It’s been two weeks that PomPoko hasn’t really been himself. He’s a little more quiet. This week, he didn’t do his homework. He apologized, he says that due to personal reasons, he couldn’t complete it. Well, I say, at least you did the first part. Yeah, he says, I’ve barely been sleeping.
Later he tells me that he’s getting divorced. He’s been married for 14 years and last week, things just broke down. Now I remember, I think. Last week, he was talking with someone on the phone with a hushed voice. It must have been his wife. It must have been because of this.
He says that it’s hard. I know, I say. She just told you that she was leaving, I ask. No, he says, I told her that it was not going to work out. Why? She doesn’t want kids. I do. I’ve recently become an uncle, and I really want to be a dad too. My wife doesn’t really want to have any kids. She might at a certain point in the future, but I can’t wait for that. I want kids soon, he says.
A realtor is coming by tomorrow to sell the house. That fast? I ask. Yes, he says, it’s over and I need to move on. I was pretty astounded about this. PomPoko’s wife is a lawyer. They have a comfortable life. PomPoko decided that kids are more important than leaving a comfortable life. He wants kids.
I know it’s not going to be easy, he says, but I have decided to go ahead and we’ve started separating our things. That was pretty fast I say. I know…