I sent her a text message when I got back just to say I'd arrived (the kids are at home) as she's out at the pub with work colleagues. She just replied thank you. When I see a message or email from her, it causes my heart to skip a beat. I wish it didn't.
What am I doing coming back here every weekend? This place holds nothing for me but misery now. I don't know anyone here. It's just a place where my kids go to school and my adulturous wife lives.
M: 57 / EW: 52 T: 21, M: 8 S: 18, S: 15 Bomb: 1 Jun 14 EA Aug 2014 I think PA Feb 2015 possibly sooner