My stbx and I are half-way through our forced live in seperation period and yesterday was our lucky thirteenth anniversary.
We've tried counselling but a divorce seems inevitable once we move back across the country, we've told our 9 and 6yr old girls it may happen and the oldest came down to sing us a song she wrote last night while we shared a bottle of wine (that almost killed me).
We just spent 7000kms together in a car for our summer vacation and we're getting along great but she wants a different type of man for her future and thinks I'd be happier with a different type of woman.
This is by far the weirdest phase of my life, I sometimes wish I was in a quick and painfull situation like some of the stories I read in this forum!
Happy 13th unniversary, so weird. 
