Ive been secretly holding out hope that because waw wasn't moving things out of our house, that she was maybe thinking about coming back. It's what happened the first time.
When we reconciled, I told her that her moving all her stuff out of my house, would have been symbolic that we were over. She said she knew that and that's why she didn't come get everything.
I spent the weekend at my parents house and stopped by our house after work today. D8's room is completely cleaned out. I felt like I'd been sucker punched. It knocked the wind out of me.
I guess it's real this time. I drove back to my parents house a MESS.
I'd been holding out hope that WAW would see that being apart from me, wasn't the answer. That she would miss me too much. She would realize that I'm the guy for her. Clearly that's not the case.
This feels like another bomb. I stupidly held on to hope and now I'm paying for it.
The finality of it stings so bad. All the memories come flooding back.
