Ever since the crisis caused by my husband’s sudden walkout on December 28 first started, I have been constantly feeling this intense sadness over the sudden turn our relationship took. I know that all marriages eventually end but I had expected that we would be together until, as we recited in our original wedding vow, "death do us part." My own parents were married for 41 years until my father’s death in 2000. Had he not died, I’m sure that my parents would not only be still married but they would’ve celebrated their golden 50th wedding anniversary by now. I really wanted something similar for my husband and I. My husband said he wanted a long marriage for us, especially since his parents were divorced after 27 years of marriage. He said that he wanted our marriage to last longer than his parents’. I couldn’t believe that someone whom I had known and loved for many years would do something like this.

Let me tell you how devastating my husband’s walkout has been to me. My husband was my college sweetheart. We met through a campus organization at the University of Maryland, College Park. I was an undergraduate Journalism major and my husband was a part-time graduate Computer Science student and full-time worker at NASA’s Goddard Space Flight Center. My husband ended up dropping out of the graduate program because he had a hard time juggling his studies and his job while I ultimately got my Bachelor of Science degree. My husband used to say over and over again that the only good thing about this ill-fated attempt at grad school was meeting me. (He would later get a Master’s degree from Johns Hopkins University’s Applied Physics Lab.) We were married 10 months after I finished my studies.

We have always felt comfortable around each other and I considered him my best friend. We had a lot in common and we were so much on the same wavelength that there were times when we said the same sentence in unison or we completed each other’s sentences. Was it perfect? No. But, then again, no marriage is ever perfect. From time to time we would have disputes but we managed to talk things out and reach compromises. It may not have been perfect but it was good enough for me. I knew that there were other marriages that were far worse than our own (such as one couple we knew of who have a history of violent spousal abuse that resulted in jail time for the husband) so I was very fortunate that I found a husband who was kind, sweet, loving, patient, laid-back, easy-going, and very attentive to me.

The last few months prior to his leaving were a bit rough. I was recuperating from major surgery on my left hip back in September while my husband came down with bronchitis that would not go away. Things were a bit strained but I thought it would be a temporary bump in the road that would improve once our health improved. After all, we’ve gone through similar trying challenges in the past and our marriage remained intact and stable.

By the time Christmas rolled around, we were far behind in terms of decorating. My husband didn’t want me to climb that rickety ladder to the attic because he was concerned about my left hip. Yet he was feeling too sick to go up and get the Christmas decorations. At one point I thought about proposing that we take down only one holiday decoration and forgo doing the tree altogether. Before I had a chance to tell my husband, he suddely said that he would take the decorations down from the attic and I would do the decorations. So I spent Christmas Eve decorating the house in a festive manner and my husband seemed very pleased with my effort. Then we went off to a Christmas Eve service at church and I fixed the usual corn chowder dinner that we serve every Christmas Eve. The next day we exchanged presents and we both loved what we got each other.

There was no evidence of tension between us. My husband was being his usual laid-back easygoing self. I thought that the stress was starting to ease down. I looked forward to the New Year where we would work on decluttering our cluttered house and I would take a more active role in doing just that since I was recovering quite nicely from the hip surgery.

On Wednesday, December 28, 2011 I received the biggest shock of my life. It happened just three days after Christmas. My husband came home from work and suddenly blurted out that he was moving out and he had found himself a rented room then ran out the door before I had a chance to say anything. It was incredibly abrupt. At first I didn’t believe it. But after he failed to come home that night, I knew I would be facing the worst crisis of my adult life.

If all that wasn’t enough, I had another physical therapy session scheduled for the following day. Before my husband left, my biggest complaint was having to go to physical therapy during the week after Christmas. After he left the night before, I had to really make an effort to keep my husband’s abrupt walkout out of my mind as I went through my exercises. I’m amazed that I went through it with my game face on and without having any kind of meltdowns. I haven’t told any of the physical therapists about the drama at home and I still haven’t told them. I just go in for each physical therapy session and just go through the motions without mentioning my personal problems.

I’ve held off from blogging too much about our recent separation because I had hoped that my husband would have a change of heart, return home, and work with me to resolve whatever disagreements there are in the marriage. I fantasized that it would be a short-lived drama lasting no more than one or two weeks. Sadly it looks like I’ll be living through this nightmare for months to come.

I’ve attempted to document what’s been happening and my feelings about the situation only to strike out whole paragraphs because they were either too personal or were too rambling. Instead I’m going to try a different tactic.

Thanks to my nearly nonstop Google searhes in the days following my husband’s walkout, I came across a website known as RunawayHusbands.com. Thanks to that site, I decided to order the companion book through Amazon.com.

Vikki Stark is a family therapist who was in the midst of doing publicity for a previous book on sister relationships when her own husband suddenly announced that he was leaving her even though there was no evidence of marital tension. As a result, she decided to do research on other women who had the same experiences that she did and it became both a website and a book.

In the book Vikki Stark outlines the "Hallmarks of Wife Abandonment Syndrome." I’ll list them below (in bold type) along with my own experiences with each item. I hope that this will also inform those of you who are probably wondering why didn’t I see this break-up coming ahead of time.

1. Prior to the separation, the husband had seemed to be an attentive, emotionally engaged spouse, looked upon by his wife as honest and trustworthy. That’s definitely true in my case. He was a very likeable affectionate person with a wicked sense of humor. I could literally confide anything to him and I felt comfortable sharing my thoughts and secrets with him. He was a great companion and I even felt comfortable when we were in the same room together reading different books or different sections of the newspaper. He was excellent in taking care of me following my surgery and I thought of him as the best caretaker I’ve ever had. (I even joked that should he ever retire from NASA, he could go back to school and train for a second post-retirement career as a physical therapist.) I never ever envisioned my husband doing what he did on December 28.

2. The husband never said that he was unhappy or thinking of leaving the marriage, and the wife believed herself to be in a secure relationship. That’s definitely what my marriage was like before he left abruptly. I honestly thought I was in a stable marriage with no problems other than the health-related stresses that were temporary. Had my husband spent one evening turning off the television set, sitting down at the dining room table with me, and said "We really need to talk because I don’t like how this marriage is going…", I definitely would’ve listened and suggested ways that we could improve the marriage (including seeking professional help). In contrast, one of my friends, who was the one who instigated her divorce, told me that she gave her husband six months’ notice that she was going to leave unless things changed and she acted on that threat when things didn’t improve.

3. The husband typically blurts out the news that the marriage is over out-of-the-blue in the middle of a mudane domestic conversation. In my case it was similar. My husband came home from work and walked through the front door. I said "Hello" like I usually did when he arrived and that was when he dropped the bombshell that he was moving out, handed a few papers to me (including a "Dear John" letter, another letter outlining what the separation will be like in the near future, documentation about the health insurance company we’ve recently switched to, and the first alimony check), then immediately ran out the door, ran to his car, and drove away before I had a chance to respond.

4. Reasons given for his decision are nonsensical, exaggerated, trivial or fraudulent. The "Dear John" letter he wrote to me gave two reasons that compelled him to leave me, neither of which made sense to me. One incident he outlined was a major mistake I made when I was totally stressed out (which was brought on in large part from my recent health problems) and I quickly apologized to my husband. (No, it was NOT infidelity.) I regretted doing what I did that day and I still regret it. After I apologized to my husband, I assumed that he had forgiven me since he didn’t seem to dwell on it and he doted on me like he always did until the day he left. The second incident was based on a shopping spree I underwent just days before my surgery and I only did it to take my mind off my health problems and my upcoming surgery. I purchased two small items that didn’t take up much room at home and were both easy to store. I also ate lunch out. Total expenditure from that shopping spree and lunch: $125. We weren’t on welfare or anything like that and I rarely go on major shopping sprees like that. (My husband works as a Software Engineer at NASA and it’s a better paying job than Wal-Mart.) Right now I’m not going to elaborate further on the reasons he gave. If several months roll by and I’m still in this weird limbo with little or no progress towards a resolution, then I may change my mind about this.

5. By the time the husband reveals his intentions to his wife, the end of the marriage is already a fait accompli, and he often moves out quickly. After my husband bolted out the door that night I didn’t see him in person again until two days later. He arrived on December 30 accompanied by two movers who took his desk, chair, one bureau, and one bookshelf. He refused to talk to me and he ran out of the house once the movers took the items he wanted. Among the items he left behind—our own wedding album.

6. The husband’s behavior changes radically, so much so that it seems to his wife that he has become a cruel and vindictive stranger. When he arrived with the movers he seemed like a totally different person. He was this very aloof haughty cold person, which shocked the hell out of me. Had he exhibited this side of his personality on our first date, I would have never gone on any further dates with him—much less marry. He was the same way the two other times I’ve seen him in person (both times were at church). Communication from him via e-mail and text message has been very sporadic. I’ve tried calling both his work and cell phone and I always get his voice mail on both phones. He has also avoided going to the local coffeehouse where we usually hang out and has rarely gone to church and he has not contacted our mutual friends. It’s almost like he has gone to great lengths to avoid me. In his case his total silence and avoidance is totally deafening, cruel, and vindictive.

7. The husband shows no remorse; rather he blames his wife and may describe himself as the victim. That’s definitely true on both counts. In one of the few e-mails he sent since our separation, he admitted that "you do have me dead to rights on cowardice" and he also admitted that he knows that I was hurt. Yet not only did he not apologize or showed remorse for what he did but, in the next sentence, he said that he didn’t see us ever reconciling. That "Dear John" letter he left for me basically blamed me for the marital break-up and it had a tone of voice that implied that I drove him away from home (when that was clearly not the case—I have never attempted to have him removed from our home and I have asked him several times to move back and try to work things out between us).

8. In almost all cases, the husband had been having an affair. He typically moves in with his girlfriend. I’ve looked through the credit card bill and I’ve looked through his Facebook page and, so far, I haven’t seen any evidence of an extramarital affair. Either he’s not involved with anyone else or he does have a girlfriend on the side and he’s hiding it very well. When he moved out, he told me that he rented a room but, as of this writing, he has refused to tell me where he is living. I’ve asked among our friends if they had heard from him. He hasn’t contacted many of our friends and of the few friends he has contacted, he apparently haven’t told any of them where he is staying. (By the way, many of our friends are just as shocked about what my husband did as I am.)

9. The husband makes no attempt to help his wife, either financially or emotionally, as if all positive regard for her has been suddenly extinguished. On the financial level, I have to admit that he’s been pretty good about it so far. He has left two alimony checks with me so I have been able to pay for food and upkeep on the house. He has also paid the cable, credit card, and utility bills. On the emotional level, I have to agree with that statement. I have sent e-mails and text messages telling him how much I miss him/love him/need him emotionally and he has ignored all of them. It’s almost like what Clark Gable said to Vivien Leigh in Gone With the Wind: "My dear I don’t give a damn!" There are times when I think that I could be dead tomorrow and he would probably be thrilled that he’s legally single again.

10. Systematically devaluing his wife and the marriage, the husband denies what he had previously described as positive aspects of the couple’s joint history. He hasn’t done that yet. However, I’ve been searching for old cards and letters to file away in case he does something like this. (So far I found one old Valentine’s Day card he gave me a few years ago that I’m keeping as evidence.)

When my husband first left I tried contacting him via his cell phone, work phone, e-mail, text message, and Facebook. He generally ignored my messages begging him to return home and work things out. At first he only responded whenever I sent him a message about my latest physical therapy session. He wanted to know how it went and I would tell him. Lately he has even ignored my physical therapy updates. It’s almost like he doesn’t give a damn anymore.

Thanks to his walkout, I’m now attending weekly meetings of a support group that one of the ministers I spoke to for counseling highly recommended. It’s called Changing Focus and I attend the sessions for people who have recently separated or divorced. The people there are very helpful and nice. That group has helped me to gain insight regarding my recent separation. I can’t elaborate further on these meetings because of the group’s strict non-disclosure rule. (Basically what’s said in the group stays in the group.) There’s a part of me that’s resentful that I even feel the need to attend these meetings because of what my husband did. But I’m glad this group exists since I need all the help and advice regarding this crisis that I can get.

What’s really strange about my husband’s abrupt exit is that—aside from taking his desk, chair, one bookshelf, and bureau—he has left a lot of stuff behind. His books and some of his formal suits are still at the home he left behind. I still have all the dishes, silverware, pots, pans, linens, and the majority of the furniture. I have the George Foreman Grill that my husband loves to use whenever he cooks dinner. I also have all of our combined CD and DVD collection as well. A few nights ago I found a half-eaten jar of peanut butter in one of the kitchen cabinets. It obviously belongs to my husband because I’m allergic to peanut butter.

The most annoying and sad part of this drama is that my husband has refused to tell me or anyone else where he is currently living. Other than his statement that he’s rented a room that he made the night he left, I have no idea if he’s living in the same town as me or in a different town. Personally I think he’s afraid that I’ll go to his new place and go Lorena Bobbitt on him where I’ll bring a sharp knife with me and cut his penis off. (DISCLAIMER: I’m not 100% sure that he’s really afraid that I’ll be like Lorena Bobbitt with an obsession of chopping off his penis off but it makes a great theory so I’m sticking with it for the time being. Heck, any grown man who runs away from home with no warning deserves to have a reputation for irrational paranoid thinking like that.)

In the month since he left there are times when I have a hard time focusing on anything and I feel totally distracted by the recent raw memory of what he did. I’ve boxed up some of his books but my solo effort to declutter the house has been in fits and starts mainly because I would be emotionally overwhelmed by the events and I would quit. It has affected my searching for potential arts and crafts shows where I could sell my inventory. It has affected my ambition and desire to try to earn an income from my art. It has affected my desire to do something creative. I have even closed my Etsy shop over this. On top of that, my mother was recently hospitalized then was transferred to rehab, which adds more to the turmoil that I’m currently going through. I’m stuck in limbo and there’s literally no escape route from it. The only reason why I haven’t seriously considered suicide is the incredibly amount of outpouring of support from my friends and family. All of them have expressed shock over what my husband has done and I’ve received invitations of dinners out with them and other activities. I am incredibly glad that I have so many people around me at a time like this. But I’m still sad that my long relationship with my husband has taken this unexpected turn for the worse.

If my husband happens to be reading this, I have a message for him. Please call me, e-mail me, or text me. We need to meet in person to work out a lot of issues that has sprung from your abrupt exit from our home. I’m willing to meet at the home you abandoned or in your new place. If you don’t want to meet at either place, I’m willing to meet at church or in a restaurant or somewhere public like that. I promise I won’t act like Lorena Bobbitt and, to ensure that, I will leave all knives at home. Ignoring my numerous messages and avoiding me and our friends is NO way to work through this. The longer you let this crisis drag on, the more it will have an adverse affect on you and our relationship, and the more likely our family and friends will start regarding you in a whole new light and it will be totally unflattering. (They are already struggling with the fact that you suddenly bolted from our home and have since made yourself unavailable and hidden.) You need to stop acting like a scared runaway teenager, man up, return home, and confront our problems head-on like a real man. I am even open to professional joint marriage counseling. Only you can end this crisis by contacting me and trying to work things out with me.

In the meantime, here’s an old Del Shannon song that’s dedicated to you. The lyrics very accurately expresses my feelings since you abruptly ran away from home.

How many observe Christ’s Birth-day; How few his Precepts! O, ’tis easier to keep Holidays than Commandments.

Occupy Congress was an event that was scheduled to coincide with the return of Congress from winter break. This is the same Congress that, accouding to one research poll, has only a 13% approval rating. There was a 14 hour rally which included protesters visiting the halls of the U.S. Capitol Building as well as the nearby Senate and Congress office buildings. There were also outside teach-ins, speeches, and musical performances on the grounds outside the Capitol. This all went on despite a drenching rain storm in the morning, which produced tons of mud.

I didn’t arrive until the late afternoon-early evening. I carried my portable folding chair because of my recent hip surgery and the mud outside. I took a bunch of photos, some of which are below.

On the perimeter surrounding the Capitol grounds, I found a mobile version of The People’s Library that is currently at Occupy DC’s site in McPherson Square.

A reporter interviews the woman responsible for the Mobile People’s Library while a group of tourists stream past them.

Here are a few wide-angled views of the U.S. Capital and the protesters in the late afternoon.

The People’s Think Tank on the Capital grounds drew the largest crowd.

I attended this teach-in on unions and workers’ rights. The teach-in’s location next to the Capitol building made some lovely views.

During that teach-in the facilitators paused for questions and comments from the participants. This one man gave a very long and rambling comment that I had a hard time following. His speech went on for several minutes. One of the facilitators finally told the man that they needed to move on with the teach-in. The man’s friend suddenly went ballistic and began yelling and screaming. I immediately shot some footage with my cell phone. This man was so belligerent that it was obvious that he was itching for a fight. It was a miracle that the facilitators didn’t give in to his bait and restrained from using their fists. The yelling man’s pants dropped at times so everyone saw his boxers. At one point he even took off his shirt even though it was Washington, DC in January. I uploaded the footage on YouTube and it really made some compelling footage.

Fortunately the rest of the rally was far less dramatic and confrontational than that yelling man. Here are a few scenes from the rally.

A Medic table was on hand in case of emergency.

This table made silkscreened t-shirts as a fundraiser for the Occupy movement.

This stage featured a mix of musical acts and speeches by people like this man who wore a prison jumpsuit while speaking about America’s high incarceration rate.

Members of Occupy groups came from all over the country to take part in Occupy Congress. The local Occupy DC group was also well-represented.

The Capitol building and grounds were teeming with police officers. Some of the protesters flashed peace signs at the police while others had their pictures taken with the police in the background.

Sunset over the Mall facing the U.S. Capitol.

The U.S. Capitol Building at sunset.

The U.S. Capitol Building at night.

To-morrow you’ll reform, you always cry;
In what far country does this morrow lie,
That ’tis so mighty long ere it arrive?
Beyond the Indies does this morrow live?
‘Tis so far-fetched, this morrow, that I fear
‘Twill be both very old and very dear.

With my husband still in hiding (he refuses to tell me where he is currently living) and all contact with him has been sporadic, I’ve been thrusted into this weird limbo since he abruptly left me on December 28. I’ve been receiving counseling from my church and from a local support group who specializes in people who have recently become separated or divorced. Since my husband is currently out of touch with me and I have to wait until he’s ready to talk to me, the consensus among the people I’ve spoken to is that I need to start focusing on myself. I received advice that I should try to do at least one thing I personally find fun each week.

On Saturday, January 7 I went to a friend’s birthday party near Frederick. (My husband was also invited to this party but, in one of the few messages I received from him since he abruptly left, he said that I should go since he decided not to attend.) With the turmoil stemming from both the recent separation and my mother’s hosptialization, I didn’t get around to buying a gift and card for my friend ahead of time. So, a few hours before the party began, I went to Frederick’s historic area where I did some shopping in the locally-owned mom-and-pop stores until I found both a gift and a card. As I walked around, I realized that this area was full of art and history. I did as much siteseeing as possible until it was time for me to go to the party.

I was sort of let down in that I didn’t get a chance to see most of what Historic Frederick had to offer. So this past Saturday (January 14), I decided to make a return trip to Historic Frederick with my Canon Digital Rebel SLR. Since I didn’t have any other social events scheduled for that day, I had the luxury to walk around until it was close to sunset.

On the way to Frederick, there was a sign that designated a scenic view where cars can pull off. I saw this nice skyline with some very dramatic cloud formations.

Once I reached Historic Frederick, I started to walk around where I viewed the city’s rich history and architecture.

Here is the underside of the William O. Lee Unity Bridge.

Everywhere on the streets of Historic Frederick one can see art in a variety of places, such as this charming statue that’s located outside the local public library.

Many of the stores in Historic Frederick are local family-owned shops and many of them have very nice storefront windows.

Of course, Historic Frederick is rich in history complete with markers, such as the one that commemorated Sir Winston Churchill’s visit to a home that was once owned by Barbara Fritchie, a local elderly woman who was immortalized in a poem written by John Greenleaf Whittier and one that commemorated Dred Scott (who was the plaintiff of a notorious Supreme Court decision that kept slavery legal and declared that slaves weren’t fully human beings) and his wife, Harriet. (The Scott marker was located outside City Hall next to a bust of Frederick native Roger B. Taney, who was the Chief Justice of the Supreme Court at the time of the Dred Scott decision and he wrote the majority opinion.)

What was really cool about walking through Historic Frederick is that you can encounter art in the most unlikely places, such as this statue of a calf.

Some of the local residents put their own artistic touches on their property, such as this cute statue of a mouse next to a recently used Christmas tree.

The best part about Historic Frederick is the outdoor murals of local artist William Cochran, who specializes in a style of painting known as trompe l’oeil. The art is a series of optical illustions featuring paintings of things that look real but isn’t, such as this very realistic painting of a gate surrounded by ivy.

The fountain under a recessed alcove is really a 2-D painting.

See the windows on the side of this building. Can you guess which windows are real and which are paintings?

The top four windows are real. The bottom windows are realistic looking paintings.

Another off-beat thing I saw on my walk was this angry snowman who stood outside the offices of the Frederick Gazette newspaper. He looked like a statue but he would move from time to time and startle passers-by in the process. I shot a short video of this angry snowman in action.

My mother is currently in the hospital. She has been battling nauropathy for the last several years. She has lost the use of her legs so she is in a wheelchair now. Recently she started losing the use of her left arm so she was put in the hospital where she was put through a battery of tests. Yesterday she went through the last of those tests—a spinal tap—but the doctor won’t know the results for at least 10 days. In the meantime she will be transferred to a rehab center tomorrow.

If all that wasn’t enough, this week I shot two videos of an Occupy Baltimore action that I thought had a happy ending. (You can view them here and here.) The Sheriff was scheduled to conduct an eviction against Lila Kara on behalf of Deutsche Bank on January 10 between 10 a.m.-noon. Occupy Baltimore held a rally at that time in an effort to help Lila fight her eviction. The Sheriff failed to show up and it looked like it was a victory for the anti-eviction people.

But something outrageous happened. The Sheriff and an unidentified woman widely assumed to be working for Deutsche Bank showed up at Lila Kara’s home unannounced the following morning (on January 11) and evicted her.

So a video I shot that I thought had a happy ending ended having the opposite outcome, which was very disappointing to me.

Despite all this unwanted drama that I’m currently going through, I’m lucky for several reasons. I have received plenty of outpouring of sympathy and support from my friends and family, which means a lot to me. I don’t know what the future will be like for me but it’s comforting knowing that I can turn to others for help.

Monkeys, warm with envious spite, their most obliging friends will bite.

Since then communication with him has been very sporadic. I’ve tried e-mails, Facebook messages, text messages, calling his cell phone, and calling his work phone and I get no response at all. (In the case of his phone numbers, I’ve been getting only his voice mail.)

Despite this backdrop I’m expected to continue with physical therapy twice a week. I haven’t told any of the people there about my recent separation because I’m struggling enough with the exercises without having to go into my personal problems. I’m amazed that I can still go through the exercise routines without breaking down or even showing one hint of a tear.

I had physical therapy today and one of the therapists was doing an evaluation of me. She said that I’ve been progressing so well that I may be discharged from physical therapy once and for all in two weeks. In the meantime I have to keep up with the ever-challenging exercises plus keeping up with walking outside of physical therapy.

It’s a shame that my husband is absent and has cut himself off from me, most of his friends, and even his own family because I think he would’ve been thrilled at the news. Oh well.