Separated, in December, about three months in, I had the phone in my hand, sobbing in the living room, huge gulping from the heart sobs and was 2 digits away from completing the phone call to beg H to come home. I didn't care that we would pretend, I couldn't do this anymore.
I put the phone down, and I ran. It kept me from calling and I am so glad I didn't. You are not weak, but this is not the circumstance you want your husband to return to, you begging and him acquiescing, because he still cares.
I am so so sorry that your Dad is dying. We are here for you, as are your friends. Little consolation for you, I know, but we are here ((((S313))))
