I didn't really TRY to let go of him. I just did. And I remember the very second it happened...I was home on New Years Eve and had a house full of kids (their friends were over for the occasion) H was at a friends house a couple miles away during the evening and decided not to come home. No phone call, no help with the kids, nothing...on New Year's Eve.
I remember the distinct thought in my head. WELL, I'M ALONE. I'M COMPLETELY ALONE. That's when I let go. All my dependence on him was out the door - never to return.
So then 2 years after that he realizes what he's done? too little, too late?
