First weekend since he's moved out. I ran across a box of his photos that I placed with his mail. He took D16 out for lunch with MIL. The dog is so depressed; she really was man's best friend. Wouldn't move an inch from him when he came in, now is moping around.
I don't want to cry anymore. I keep reminding myself I am doing better without him here, which is true. Just one of those rollercoaster drops that come less often now he is gone.

I feel so sad right now. He's thrown away a wonderful family life.

My GAL is going fabulous. Full-time job in my career, first in 20 years. (SAHM) And I just got my first paycheck. Feels so good. Then I get bummed that I am too responsible to just go and blow it all on a handbag.


Buttercup

Me 50 H 51
M 17 T 20
D16
H EA Feb 2014
BD Sept 2015
H moved out Nov 2015
W Filed D papers Mar 2016