Over time all couples can grow apart. My wife and I did. Neither of us realized it until recently. As of Monday she and I will be separating and I'll have the house all to myself. For the first time in a long time tonight we had a long discussion which left me a lot to think about it.
One of the things I realized is that writing has become a job which is what I didn't want but let happen. I can't say I've enjoyed it much for a while now. With my writing all of the time I left her in a state of loneliness. Hence she is a writing widow and will now go to live another life. I suppose I can't really blame her since I haven't been the easiest to live with.
I'm quite happy we're breaking up as friends. Too often it ends up that the couple grows to hate each other. There's all kinds of invective flying about that comes from the hurt.
I've come to a decision. For the most part I will no longer be writing except for blog posts and an occasional short story. Honestly, with her gone, I won't be able to write anything very extensive anyway for the foreseeable future. The sense of loss is far too great which would affect anything I write. At least for the time being I'm on a hiatus. We'll see later on but it could well be permanent.