Now it doesn't seem that things were getting better like I thought over the past several weeks. Oh well.
Those darned expectations, they'll get you every time!! I think I've mentioned this before, but your sitch reminds me a lot of mine before S. Things seemed to be getting better, I had huge expectations that we were on the road to recovery. But whenever I reached out to W for a temp check it was clear she wasn't thinking the same thing. She still wanted to leave and still felt like the M was hopeless, even though it SEEMED like she was trying. We even continued to ML. Just before W moved out she started finding all kinds of excuses not to sleep in bed with me.
Things may have to get worse (S) before they get better.
