I think the one thing bothering me (bad enough to not want to put words to it) is that the more time goes forward the more I feel less for my H...I am scared of reaching a place where it would no longer matter if he came back or not and that if he did, I wouldn't want him back anymore.
This, I believe is inevitable - fortunately or unfortunately. I reached that place last month. I've shut the door. I want no part of the person whose selfish, needless infliction of pain and destruction of so very, very much has hurt so many and has ended a good, loving family. Fourteen months was my limit. The sense of entitlement, vindictiveness and outright rewriting of history during the final legal process killed the last vestiges and remnants of feelings. I wish her no ill, but I'm glad I am finally where I am now.
Gardener
"My soul, be satisfied with flowers, With fruit, with weeds even; but gather them In the one garden you may call your own." Cyrano deBergerac