Complete detachment. Dark. I don't even look at her when when we do kid exchange. Still hurts too much to see what I've lost. Communication only through text ... and only when it's about the kids. I know in her eyes she must believe I'm angry and bitter ... but I'm not. I love her, and the only way I can hope to get through this and be a better father and ... who knows ... better friend/companion for her again some day, I've got to succeed in completely letting go.
