I'm sitting here tonight typing this from my sister's house. I'm having a really good weekend so far but spending far too much money. Missing the Wee Man like crazy too. I've been sending text messages to my W daily to ask how he's getting on. She never seems to reply right away which I know is a DBing tactic. I don't for a minute believe she's looked in to any way of reconciling our M though.

My sister and I went through to my brother's house last night and we ended up having a few drinks. My sister and SIL were telling me about how they thought they thought they were in love at 21 but changed a lot and found they weren't ready for it. It doesn't really fill me with confidence. They are both of the opinion that there's very little hope she's going to want to come back to me. I know I probably shouldn't listen to them but it's getting to the point that I seem to be the only one who believes my M has a chance. It's hard to keep a PMA against all that negative feeling.

My sister is taking me clothes shopping tomorrow and is going to help me pick out some new outfits to make me llok good. It's more money but it'll be worth it in the end I'm sure. Separations don't come cheap!

I came away this weekend to help me take my mind off my W but I'll be completely honest and say it's not really working as well as I'd hoped. It's still hard every time my phone beeps with a text message not to hope that the message is from her. I had no idea letting go was going to be so hard. Some days I can do it, others it seems as though I'm back to square one. I miss everything about being married almost as much as I miss my W. I really don't like being single any more.

My sister's H is a fitness instructor and he took me to a spinning class yesterday morning. It's the first time I'd done it and it was exhausting!! I felt really good after it though. Might be going to the gym tomorrow morning with him too. I've not decided yet.

Anyway, I'd better get back to being sociable.

Kev


Me: 32, Wife: 22
Son: 2
Married: 2 years
Separated: January 5th 2009

Sometimes you have to become lost before you can find yourself.