I myself wrote several letters. Poured my heart out. Told him off. Told him the truth about himself. Told him I loved him. Read them, and then burned them. They are carthetic in release of bad energy, but would/could do damage if sent. And sending her one on our Anniversery? Too dramatic.
I remember the countdown to D day, and then a postponement, in which I secretly hoped he would ride up on a white horse and tell me it was all a terrible mistake. Didn't happen. From Bomb to D day for me was 14 months. Several painful holidays.
You can't count the days, coming or going. It just doesn't follow a set schedule. My XH hasn't had any direct contact with me since the D. As if I and the kids and grandkids just vanished from the face of the earth.
What I do know is that if I never see him again, I can be a happy, healthy, hopeful person. My life is not about him. Yes, there will always be a place in my heart for him, but if it is meant to be, it will.
