I stopped and picked up takeout dinner on the way home tonight. W was appreciative. She seemed sad though. I didn't think she had any emotions anymore.
I walked over and gave her a quick peck on the cheek and she said thanks. She got more sad and distant through dinner though.
Now she's at the neighbor's house. She's all depressed again. She didn't even come home to tell S good night. She called. (I answered and she told me she was having an emotional night).
S is sad now too. When tucking him in he said he asked her if she was still moving out a couple of weeks ago. She told him yes. He never talks aout this, but is worrying about it now for sure. (I comforted him the best I could)
I feel bad for her, but I'm not forcing her to stay. It's pretty insulting that being with me is so depressing.
I wish she wasn't hurting, but these nights don't freak me out like they used to. I guess I've started to accept that I am a dead man walking.
Me: 35 W: 31 S:9 M: 10 years Together 13 MySitch - Ups & Downs She moved out the day before Thanksgiving 2009, over 13 months post-bomb.