It has been almost a week that I haven't seen my H and ever since that dreadful phone call he gave me Im not even calling him or texting him. Today I feel better, I went for a jog in the morning to clear my head and I started to think about what he said and like you guys said I shouldn't believe anything he says, because he's hurt and afraid. H called home again and as usual I'm not picking up the phone but my mother does, he asked about the little one and me (again, he asks about my whereabouts) my mom told him I was working (I was actually playing with the little one in the living room). He told my mom that he was going to come over tomorrow to see the little one. I'm a bit scared to see him and I\m not ready to talk to him yet. I need my space and he needs his.
