Today is the first day of the rest of your life.

A well-worn phrase, to be sure, and so cliche'd it isn't even funny anymore. Still, it fits. My wife of 7 years completed moving out today, to start a new life of her own in Atlanta, a mutual and amicable decision. She had done the bulk of it over Memorial Day weekend, but had to come back for her last cat and a few other things.

Last night we witnessed the initiations of two new members into our coven, which was another reason why she had to come back for a couple of days. It was a time for all of us to renew our vows of service, to the temple, to the gods, and most importantly, to ourselves.

I could write pages upon unnecessary pages about what went wrong in my marriage. But it all comes back to not being true to myself, ultimately...and if I could not trust myself to be myself, why should I have trusted my now-estranged wife to the degree which was necessary to make the marriage work?

She made her mistakes, some of which top mine to an insane degree. We both tried, but neither of us tried hard enough.

Let the healing process begin.