Thanks for the sign, G. Somehow I think WH is so far gone from me that I can never see him coming back.
He acts so coldly towards me. It's chilling. In the weeks following the bomb, his heart turned to stone. He had, in his words, 'giving his heart to someone else'.
He seems to hate me. But a sort of hate where no hard words are spoken. It's a complete loss of love.
I still have no idea what happened to our M (from his perspective).
I still miss my best friend.
I still can't believe what has happened to my life.
I seem to be able to let go, but only when not dealing with him. When I deal with him, my anger/disbelief/shock/hurt skyrockets.
NM, you are right to be confused about the visitation thing. The whole event stresses me and my family out whether I am there or go out. WH and I are not friends. Relations are almost hostile.
I just emailed WH and asked him the question about why he didn't eamail about her health. Will see what happens.
