Saw H this morning briefly to exchange the kids in a parking lot. frown Can't believe this is what my life has come to. But, I refuse to go to his apartment...I feel it's the space he created to get away from me and I don't feel welcome there. He says that's not true but whatever.

He could always come to the house but the kids were driving me crazy so I was ready to get out of the house and not sit and wait for him.

I used my birthday gift card for a massage and facial after I dropped the kids off. Now I'm home, lonely and trying not to cry...but also packing my kids for camp so H and I can drive them there tomorrow and spend 5ish hours together, round trip. The longest in weeks. Hopefully it's somewhat positive and I don't spend my kid free week crying!