It's been a rough week. Moved out and into a place 1/2 the size of my (pardon me) his house. But it's nice not having the constant reminders of him.
Unfortunately I do still have to see him and talk to him. I really wish I didn't . It's still so very hard. I cry after each encounter. I know in my head that I need to just move on but my heart wont follow.
I'm standing my ground and being strong. He asks how the move is going and how the apt is, and I tell him it's going great.
Does he really want to know? Why does he care? Does he care?
What really is hurting me right now is the fact that it only took 2 days after I moved out, and he is already repainting and redoing "our" bedroom. After years of waiting for him to do something to the house. Now he does it. It just hurts. It's beautiful.
This week is the first week of our shared custody. He will have the kids from Sun to Sun. I'm happy that he is spending more time with them, but I am worried that he won't be able to handle it. I guess I'll cross that bridge when and if we get to it.
Today, after bringing over the kids and getting some stuff I forgot. He brought the box out to my car. I told him to have a good time and to call me if he needed anything.
He hugged me and said "I miss them." I said, "They miss you too."
I left and cried all the way home. I miss him.
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