But you know...the more time that passes, the more I think that our changes - mine and his - will leave us nothing in common anymore.
At some point, we all get to a point when we are "done". I agree with you that it is harder to be done when your H is living in the house with you and in your case, being fairly nice to you and talking to you. Mine left and has not attempted contact at all, so it is more of a forced choice to be done.
I am at a point in my journey where I just do not know if I could ever look at him the same way again, even if he did want to reconnect. I likely would not be here if it wasn't for the silence on his end. When we were in constant contact, I was a bundle of nerves and emotion.
Time has gone by so quickly over the past year. Faster than I ever thought it would. And here I am.
You know, if he does contact me, I might just fall off my chair! I am so not expecting to hear from him. I am strangely at peace with that.
