So, a year ago I was bottoming out, crashing slowly. Right about now W had come back from her 'retreat', where the first guy would show up who 'paid attention' to her. She called me every day to tell me she loved me and how she told everyone I was her 'rock'.
In 3 weeks my would come back from Italy and begin her secret affair, and tell me she was done, couldn't live like this any more.
I've been kind of depressed the past few weeks. Life is going to improve and it's because I accept that W does not want to come back.