Well, this is SORT OF a good thing. More like the worst thing ever is starting to come around.
2 months ago my wife rolled over in bed and said "I don't love you anymore, and it's over."
WTF
So she suggests I move out, and lets it be clear that there's nothing I can do in the world to save our marriage. I stood my ground and said if she needs space, she is welcome to go find it elsewhere. As far as I was concerned, we've had a very good marriage. Our lives are great. We do a lot of stuff together, maybe too much. Long story short, last November she started having a bout of depression, something she has been struggling with since her early teen years. Not any real reason for it - just the feeling of helplessness and impending doom, but nothing actually wrong. This is the first time she ever went on anti depressant medication, and at first it was working miracles. But ever since february things have been going down a dark path. Nothing really changed, except I moved to the next bedroom over. She still wanted to hang out and do stuff together - I never tried to exclude her from things, but I did make a decision to not intentionally include her either. If she wanted space, that was as far as I was going out of my way to give it to her. Today I got her help in cleaning up the main areas of our home to perfection. And then I got out my camera and started snapping pics. It was a risky bluff, but I said they were real estate pictures now that it's over, that was the only thing left to do.
She suggests going to her doctor, and having her medications reassessed. Also perhaps counselling for her, and counselling for me to further understand her depression. It's not ideal, but given the hell my life has been for the past two months I am glad. We sat close on the couch and played lego batman 3. Feels like the first steps back to normal.