Wandering

Today was one of those bright, sunny, amazing fall days. 
When I told my husband I need some space.
To breathe.

I have no idea what that means, "to need space"
Everything we own, everything we do is intertwined
It's our house; our bills; our marriage
How do you create space in the same space

I have hope that we can work through this
But I need space to breathe and to see what will be
I just don't have the words to articulate it well - I don't know how to do this
To sleep in the spare room doesn't feel right, but to sleep in the same room isn't "space"

After I told him I needed space - I wandered around a pumkpin patch, bought some shoes, and ate lunch by myself
Is that weird?

Of course I cried too.
Now I feel awkward in my own home
I'm trying to just breathe and see what plays out.