So, today was the last day to pack and move. We had lived in the home for 9 years. As I was ready to lock up the door to the house for the last time, I just stood there looking around, remembering all of the good times I had there. A couple of tears came to my eyes.
Then the XW walked in and asked if I was crying. I started to say no, but why lie. I just responded by saying "A lot of good memories here." She walked up to me and said "We will make even better ones" then gave me a quick kiss on the lips. The first one in months.
I am to tired to try to even analyze this. I don't want to get any hopes up, and if anything happens, I believe it is still a long ways away. Just to tired.
Afterwards I took the family to have burgers and fries. We had a great time.
Bits M:35, W:39, M:12 S1:10, S2:8, D:5 Bomb: 3/25/11 "I am not in love with you anymore." Moved Out: 5/19/11 Divorce: 08/08/11