H finally left in March and moved a few blocks away. He had said he was going since the September before. I'm afraid its a familiar story - he turned into somebody that I just didn't know. Physically and mentally. After getting everything wrong I discovered Michele's book and this site. And have been DBing relentlessly. I have also been using all the advice that you have all generously shared on this forum and was doing really well detaching and focusing myself on GAL and the kids. Truly, your posts have become a life-line. I had got myself to a good place and I was really beginning to manage all the thought agitation - especially about the OW. Then yesterday, for the first time in 8 months he calls me and starts chatting as if nothing has happened. He sounded like the guy I had married. No anger or spite. No blaming or snide remarks. I kept cool and did all the things that Michelle suggests (no R talk; no mention of the OW; was upbeat and beat him to saying goodbye). He also asked if we could do something with the kids today. I said that sounded okay, but we should touch base tomorrow morning when I could ask them all what there plans were for the day. I spent a really confused night and some hope began to creep inside of me. This morning he texted me and said that he had to go to the farm to sort out some things that were 'beyond his control'. It is in the country that the OW lives. So I've found myself at rock bottom again. I am cross with myself for allowing myself to read too much into it. Its so hard isn't it? I know I will pick myself up and get on with it, but I just needed to write.
