I am not even sure that I want to be here again. I feel both love and hate for my h. Here is a short story of our life. In a relationship 12 years, he left 3 times. The last time he divorced me but came begging and pleading to come home. This was over 3 years ago. We never remarried but felt we would someday. Daughter bought a beautiful home in another state where we are residing. We agreed to rent it and then as soon as we moved in, I got news from my family that my mom was diagnoised with a mass and would need surgery. I flew to be with my mom for 2 weeks then came home. Family called again telling me that my mom had cancer and had 2 weeks to live. I flew home again and watched her die. The night my husband picked me up from the airport, he told me he was moving out. I feel that an enemy wouldnt have been as cruel as this. Not sure if I want to be here. I am numb and love him but hate him at the same time
