tabtabt I am an elderly programmer of 50 years. I separated from my second wife several months ago and now I live alone in a wooden-floored office of about 8 tatami-mats in extent, sleeping and working there. (This room is so to say my small hermitage). Between me and wife, I have 5-year-old daughter and the child is kept by wife. Wife's parents' house is about 5 minutes by car from the office, and my wife comes occasionally with the daughter to bring mails addressed to me and delivered them or else to.

tabtabt She barely keeps a wine-retailer's of her family business. While she is away from home, either her mother or her 20-year-old son (he has a bad left leg and a little backward intellect for the traffic accident suffered in his infant time) tends the store, moreover as their customers rarely or never visit the store, there is no reason to say "busy" for her, but she returns in a hurry putting a bundle of letters and informing me of several oral messages to be transmitted from one side.

tabtabt She drives a small car named TOPPO with a wide cabin made by Mitsubishi for her businesses of delivery and stock. I disposed of my car and provided a basket for a secondhand red-painted bicycle purchased with 5 thousands yen from a cycle-shop and use it for my business of such as shopping. I feel pain at my bosom when I look on her arms sticking out from the short sleeves of her shirt, being awfully thickening recently; however I can not tell it to her. That is to say, since it means that man's hands are after all needed to keep the store, I consider the day might maybe come when my wife would find someone as a new partner.