The weekends are always tough. Especially in the quiet mornings when the kids and I are just waking up and lounging around. I waffle back and forth between wondering what my H is doing and trying to keep myself busy with something/anything so I don't think about it. I sometimes think the scenarios I create in my mind are much worse that what he is actually doing. I haven't changed anything in our home, so it is so full of good pictures and memories. I just can't bring myself to take those pictures down. To me it feels like I'm giving up. I will sometimes be walking around our home (not even thinking of H) and I will get such a strong sense of him or this calm feeling like he will someday be back. I don't know if that hope helps me or is holding me back from truly moving forward?
I felt the same way, like because most of his stuff and pictures on the wall were here, he would be calling to check in or walking through the door any minute. It became emotional whiplash...excited to see him then devastation when reality hit. I don't have kids at home anymore, so I gathered it all up and put it out of sight. It helped somewhat. I still have hope. just not whiplash.
M-51 H-54 2D-27 and 25 M-26 yrs Bombshell and IHS 7-29-15 He moved out 10-3-15 D filed 1-27-16 D final 10-27-16
