Well, husband has moved out. This is the lowest point of my life.
I was able (for the most part) to help him pack on Saturday.
I feel pretty much numb now. No, not really. I hurt. Alot.
He really upset me yesterday when he sent an email telling me that he is doing this to see if he can take care of himself. Really? He tore his family apart and deeply, deeply hurt the person who has stood by his side for over 32 years just to see if he could buy groceries and microwave food? Of course he can do all of that and more. And he has done all of that and more.
It just seemed like a crappy excuse he made for his behavior.
So, I am trying to get re-focused on improving myself and my marriage. I am trying to have hope.
