He stole my optimism. I used to be such an optimist and now all I can see is a bitter end to what was once something so beautiful. I am trying to remember the moment when he told me that this wasn't easy for him either. The moments when he really was struggling. And while he may be putting on a tough face, maybe he's still having those moments.
I just wish he would've been honest with me at the beginning. We could've fixed this before we ever got to this point: why didn't he just effing talk to me?!? And am I really doing the right thing by withdrawing from him now? Will he miss me enough?
M:26 H:32 T:8yrs ILYBNILWY/ "I'm not happy": 2/6/16 D-Day-discovered PA/EA: 2/10/16 Separated: 2/14/16 He's living with OW I moved to different state: 06/16 Currently: Trying to move forward