All right, I don't know if this is DBing at all! but I will share, anyway.
I told H a lot of truths about what he is doing. I don't want to write it all again because this is exhausting, but we went back and forth about why we should split now as opposed to later.
He finally sat in front of me and said, a part of me still loves you, but you would never forgive me. How can I face your parents and your friends?
I said, you know what I keep hoping for? That you will reach for my hand, or give me a hug, or just rub my back willingly. That would start the healing process for me.
When I said that, he started sobbing uncontrollably and said he didn't deserve me. Then he asked if we could see the counselor again.
So that's that. He went upstairs to paint. Said it relaxes him.
