Well, I had a lot of time to think this weekend and last night I made a decision. I told him we needed to talk and this is what I said:
I can't live in the same house with you anymore. When I see you I think about how much I love you and how I wish this wasn't happening. When you are nice to me, I get my hopes up that we can reconcile. I have had hope that we could work things out since this all started in January, but as of now all hope is dead. We can have dinner with the kids in the evenings (ages 3 & 6), but other than that I don't want to have any contact with you whatsoever. Talk to your lawyer and figure out what paperwork we need to sign to get you out of this house. I'm done.
And I took of my wedding ring and set it on the table next to him and left.
We haven't spoken since. He slept in the spare room last night and didn't even come down to see the kids this morning before we left.
I have plans to go to a friend's house for the evening tonight, basically as soon as he walks in I will be walking out the door.
It feels good to detach. I feel like I have some control again. I don't want to think about him all the time and worry about what signals he is sending, etc.
