When my my H walked out on me about four years ago, he said he was finished, it was over, that he was threw. It was set in stone. He showed no emotions towards me what so ever. I pleaded, begged and cried and the more that I did that, the further away he went. The more I talked about the relationship to him, the further away he went. Then finally, one day I was looking into his eyes and saw the coldness that he had for me, I said to myself it was time to detach. So I did. I did not respond back to his text messages immediately, unless they were important, like our D, he would leave a voice message and I took my time responding back. If I answered the phone, I made sure I ended the conversation. I kept the conversation short and to the point. And if I had to go to his place or he came to mine, I made sure I was dressed hot so he would notice and he did. After about a month, he noticed a change in me and liked it. And he was wondering what I was up too. If I was out by myself and he called, I made sure I answered my phone so he could hear the background noise. I did this several times. He saw how much stronger that I was becoming without him and I was drawing him back in.
However, I let him move back in after 7 months being separated without demanding that he seek help. His change only last a month if that. And now we are right back in the same place with the exception he is not having an affair, to my knowledge. This time he will have to seek therapy and some other demands that I have. He moved out this time by my request.
The point I am trying to make here, there's always hope. Believe in that. I still do.
