You know, it ain't over 'til it's over... and I'm beginning to understand it ain't over 'till we're on the other side of the grass...
My W was supposed to be at the house when I picked some of the last of my stuff from the house. I was late, but as I was coming up the street, she was driving away and I swear... although I could be wrong... her face looked twisted in a bundle of emotions...
She comes across strong and "happy" in normal conversation, but I don't think she has yet found her peace... and I suspect that until she does, there will be no discussions and I will continue to get "the wall" (or spew) when I interact with her at an emotional level...
I guess I'll know when she finds her peace, as you... yours...
in the mean time, that we have found our peace, for the most part...
