Shocking: Tobias Forge and his wife Boel are going through a divorce.
“The Curtain Call”
The house was too quiet. Not the comfortable quiet of a shared evening, but the kind that echoed — like a final note held too long after the music stopped.
Tobias sat at the kitchen table, turning his wedding ring slowly between his fingers. Boel stood across from him, arms folded, her eyes tracing the cracks in the wood grain instead of meeting his.
“So,” she said. The word hung in the air.
He nodded. “So.”
There was no shouting. No betrayal. Just years of growing apart, inch by inch, tour by tour, until one day the distance was permanent.
“I thought maybe it was just the band,” she said. “The character. The travel. But I think… maybe you’ve become him. You don’t take the mask off anymore.”
He smiled faintly, not in defense but in resignation. “Sometimes I forget where he ends and I begin.”
Boel sat down, slowly. “That’s the thing, Tobias. I loved the man who dreamed of stages, not the man lost on them.”
He wanted to argue, but he couldn’t. The words didn’t come. For someone who lived by lyrics, he found himself silent.
“I don’t hate you,” she added.
“I know.”
“I just… don’t know how to be your wife anymore.”
He met her eyes, and for a moment, he wasn’t Papa Emeritus or Papa V or a haunted figure cloaked in incense and
