I don't want to leave this house. To pack. To end my life as I know it after 8 years. I didn't choose this. I'm so hurt and it's like a sore wound has opened up to bleed again.
I'm okay 90% of the time but right now I'm a sobby mess.
He's not seeing it, of course, and won't. But I'm having such a hard time right now.
BF:40 M:33 SD: 12 T: 8, never married, no kids together BD: 8/4, "I'm just done", "...too tired and burnt to try". PA confirmed 8/5 "It happened, but it's been over for almost a year".
