Appointment to see an attorney this afternoon to draw up separation papers. I have to protect myself financially.
This is not what I want. But it's what I have to do to protect myself.
He's not coming back. He's too lost. I'm too broken.
All he had to do was trust in me years ago to say, "hey, I'm not happy with some things, lets work on it."
And instead he ignored it, and let it fester and now I'm seeing a lawyer and trying to figure out how to pull myself back together again.
I know I'm saying the same drabble over and over again. I just cannot believe I'm where I'm at.
(((hugs), Calibri.
I get it. You know I do.
The part that gets to me the most is the "let's work on it" part. The implication that we could have worked TOGETHER to make things better. Instead I got the "YOU work on it" and then he went to work.
The resentment is rearing its ugly head again. Blah.
Let's not wallow, though, Calibri. The vacuuming can wait. What are you doing tonight after work?
