9 months ago, my H packed a suitcase and moved out. It honestly seems like a lifetime ago. I really don't even remember what it feels like to have him in our home. I would NEVER go back to that time in my life. When he left, I was desperate and I would have done anything to make my H stay. Not anymore. My H needs to earn me back because I deserve so much more than he has offered over the past few years.
H has stopped fighting my boundary for the moment. He has stopped trying to engage. Life has been quiet, which is nice. Our interactions are awkward, but I am okay with it. We are communicating about the kids and that is all that matters.
