Guys, I really felt it tonight. In my stomach, and in my heart. I really think we are over, that he is gone, and probably has been for a very long time.
I don't have to try to solve this problem anymore. I don't have to read any more books. I don't have to be sick over what I did wrong. I don't have to obsess over what I may have overlooked.
Oh, and in my moment of realization and anger, CW just happened to be outside when I pulled in. I told her she could have him, good luck. Then I went to leave and the f*cking dog came over. I booted him out of the way. She said Don't kick my dog. I told her to shut up and went home.
Ok, not a moment of dignity, grace or strength, but it felt good. They deserve each other.
FIL caught me later tonight and asked if I was ok. I said I'm going to be fine, but that his son was an a$$hole. He said he had come to agree.
I feel like I can sleep for three days straight right now. But, tomorrow is packing day, and Fri is Florida :0)
