I'm sitting here folding clothes. I have a giant pile of his. Do I fold them..do I leave them in a basket for him. Idk what to do.
One shirt she made him, I know since it has his nickname from highschool that no one calls him. I ripped it apart and threw it away.
Immature yes. Feel better- hell yes.
My mom is going to come after work to spend the night with me.
I'm trying to be as normal for my sweet babies as possible. I keep crying in the bathroom.
What do I do you guys..besides no contact unless its kids or bills. Idk what else to do. I just want him to come say sorry and hold me and ask for forgiveness.
