H is gone...supposedly to GA to see his sister. The first day he had to stop somewhere in NC because he was too tired. Ended up staying 2 nights because of some stomach bug, at least that was the story he cooked up for me.
Part of me wants to know if he is with her and part of me doesn't.
I cry almost everyday. I have been obsessing on whether he's with her and I have to stop.
Sometimes I am just so tired. Not much seems worth it anymore. I do my best to stay strong for my S. If I didn't have him I wouldn't have anything.
I'm so twisted inside. I keep asking myself what I really want and why I'm so scared to lose my M.
Me: 39 H: 39 S: 15 M: 18 years Bomb: 6/3/09 H moved out: 10/15/09 H moved back:5/30/10