Well worst Mother's Day ever. Could hardly function. Felt bad for my kids but really couldn't do it. I called a friend who came to see me as I was so low. I think my stage of denial has crumbled big time and now I'm on reality channel. I feel stupid for believing we could work things out. Why loving someone who doesn't love you hurts so much? Well I know: fear of being second hand good, fear of finishing the rest of my life on my own while STBXH is happy with his new life! Now I'm getting bitter, so I'd rather stop.
