Right, tension was in the air, cats were look darting about, the wind could be heard outside and a car pulled up on the drive...snort.
Well I was a big, brave girl. We had dinner, bought me mini sausages again, ate dinner and I just came upstairs.
He came in sat down with a big sigh and said I really don't know what to say to you. I smiled and said it's ok, I understand. He just stared at me. he said what will we do about counselling. I said Don't worry about it, i'll cancel it. He stared again and then said well I think it would be beneficial. I said ok then, whatever makes you comfortable. He sat for a while and I said nothing, he said I'm sorry and I said don't be, it's not just your fault.
Let the mind games commence kidding
Then he left. Now I know it seems like I'm giving in, I'm not. I just didn't see the point when he obviously doesn't know what he wants. I'm tired, I'm emotionally drained and I'm starting to detach. I will always love him, I really will but I need to protect myself. I've lost loads of weight and my body is twitching, my eyes are all puffy and my nose is chapped from blowing it. Pretty picture eh.
I'm really looking forward to going out and getting to know me again.
I'll be back on here teary soon no doubt but I'll cross that bridge when I come to it.
