Hi AmyC and Trapt, I actually did think about it for a week. I was standing in the house. S and H were at the park. It just made me sad--there looking at our first home, remembering all the good, thinking I seem to be the only one who does. I realized then and there that H was never going to get it if someone didn't kick him in the ass and I figured who better than me? I talked to a few friends, all offered their homes to us. I came here because my S loves it here and is very comfortable. This house and the couple who live here have been my haven since this started. When I would have a bad day or fight with H or I learned something I didn't want to know, I came here. And these friends I'm living with have done nothing but encourage me to fight for my family. They calm me down and are the voice of reason when I'm ready to do something that will end with me wearing an orange jumpsuit. I am opened to the idea of going home and really do want to. But for now I just needed the mental break. And I'm getting it. And I told AmyC, since leaving my home, my H has actually started talking to me and I mean really giving me specifics and examples and real insight into his unhappiness. He even told me Therapy has been really good for you. (But he still refuses to go, so I don't push.) I didn't come here with a time frame, but honestly, my heart hopes its not for long. I guess my DB Coach is going to lay into me during our next session on Wednesday, huh?
I have actually slept through the night in this house. I have to believe that is a good thing.
Also, H is just as welcome here as I am, so he can come and see us whenever he wants. And he has been here everydays since I moved.
