I did have some fun with my friends. Too much food, good company. But my subconscious apparently decided to pay me back for it. I ended up having the worst night sleep I've had almost since DDay. Just constant dreams about H and I'd wake up in the middle, turn over, fall back asleep and end up in some new hell of a dream. It's going to be a long day, at least I don't really have much to do.
Just really sitting here with a profound sense of hopelessness. I know we've all been there, and maybe I need to go read some reconciliation stories to remind me that things can change cause right now, I just don't see any light at the end of the tunnel. Another down in the roller coaster.


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