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