She didn't respond. I don't know why I sent it. I was just feeling lonely and tired of this whole situation.
Kevin, I am not going to 2x4 you, but I am going to ask how your hand hurts after you touched the hot stove. You know that this won't have her softening her heart. You know it probably took down a bunch of legos.
You caved because you were lonely and tired of the sitch. Ok, fair enough. How does your W feel? How can she believe that you will put her first when you put your loneliness and fatigue in front of how she feels?
Strap on those big boy pants, Kevin. Life up your chin. Go get a gosh darned notebook that you can write in. Put all the words in there that you want to say to her. All of your pledges, all of your professions of love and pain.
This is the hardest part of moving forward, Kevin. And it doesn't get easier in the short term. The only way through it is through it. And, if your W were to have a glance back on her walk, you want the you she looks at to be the strongest, most confident Kevin you can be.
Remember when we talked after the two of you argued. You were ashamed of yourself and understood there was going to be a lot of work you would have to do on yourself. There is still a lot of work to be done.
Me 45, H 46, S 23, M 26, Together 30, Bomb 6-2-08, S 6-19-08; H left 12-29-08. H home 12-09, Still MLC in 2012! Me- I have my big girl panties on. Bring it.