More twists than a soap opera

I hope nobody thinks I'm making this stuff up, because I'm finding some of it hard to believe, and I'm living it. This morning began quietly enough, the only slight ripple being my wife reminding me, rather coolly, as she left for work, that we still had to talk about our situation, and its implications. Then I had a little breakfast time treat - as I was in the kitchen making coffee, CBW boy, dressed for school, looked out of his window for a few seconds, looking down in my general direction as I looked up at him. He is such a cutie, and even a brief view of him like this morning's is more than worthwhile.
The general calm and afterglow of seeing the boy didn't last long, though. Just before 10:00, the phone rang. It was my wife, in tears. She spoke, and I had to ask her to repeat what she'd said. She did. She'd just resigned from her job. While this wasn't a total surprise, given the attitude of her management over the time she's been with the organisation since her job was transferred to them last summer - they've been doing everything they can to force her out, because she was transferred on a higher rate of pay than the current people wanted to pay for the post - it does throw a very large grenade into our lifestyle, because even if I worked every single day, which I'm not allowed to anyway, there's no way I could make up the difference financially. She's going to take advice on employment law to see if there's any recompense that might be available, for 'constructive dismissal', or whatever, but that's not something we can rely on.
Just under an hour after her phone call, she was back at home. Her unexpectedly early return, and the fact that she'd regained most of her composure by the time she arrived back, led to the anticipated 'talk'. About us, and what happens next. I repeated much of what I'd said to her on the phone last Saturday, that I loved her and cared about her, and felt a commitment, a responsibility to look after her, and our daughter, in accordance with the marriage vows I'd taken, while she told me how she was struggling with the concept of my being married to her while wanting, in her view, something different, to the extent that even the idea of my fantasising about anyone else was, in a way, being unfaithful to her. The upshot of it all seems to be, at least at the moment, that we're going to try, particularly in the face of today's other development, to find a way to go forward amicably, together for the moment, but with the possibility of parting further down the line still not ruled out. A messy compromise, I suppose, but at least something to work with. In the same way that one of my immediate reactions to what happened last Wednesday was a sense of relief, I think my wife must have felt some lightening of the load, because we even found some humour in one or two aspects - there were a few laughs, albeit with a slightly melancholy edge, perhaps.
So, more discussions to come over the weekend and into next week, financial, housing and employment issues, as well as just relationship things. Maybe my first sentence was superfluous - you couldn't make this lot up, could you?

Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B