Well. I'm pretty much without words at this point.
I had kind of reached a 'letting go' point. Genuinely was going to just give W a dissolution, and at least end things on a positive note from my point.
I kept our kids last night, and I texted her to let her know I was going to drop off. I dropped off, and had just gotten back when she called me and asked if she could come over. Seemed really weird. I sort of was expecting her to come clean about an affair or something.
She walked in, started bawling, and told me that she was just really messed up the last couple of weeks, and she loved me, and wanted to be in our marriage, but she was scared to death to commit for fear we'd end up doing the same things again. She said even when she was saying, "I'm done", God was saying to her, "Nope, you're not."
We ended up talking for about three hours, and decided to take things very slow. She is going to go ahead and take the one-year lease which will force us to spend a year working on things. She is open to dating, counseling, spending time with the kids - but taking breaks in between.
And I don't even know how to end this post, so that's all I got.
