When I packed up my H's stuff and put it on the porch, I had half convinced myself he was going to come home and beg me to let him stay. Then part of me thought it would be the last time I ever saw him. What actually happened is he didn't say a word. I came out and told him I loved him but he needed to figure out his sh*t. He just said 'I know" and walked away and has never looked back. It's all part of 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
