She just turned in for the night. On her way by, she half whispered almost in an almost crying (sort of) "good night.". I just have nothing to say to her. She is no longer my W. Her decision.
Am I nuts to be surprised she made enough dinner for me as well. Somehow, I just couldn't eat it. Made something else for myself.
For someone so seemingly sure of herself, she sounds defeated. No pity from me.
