Son and I are heading out for our 1000 mile drive this morning. I've been packing and sorting non-stop since Friday, H finally started helping when I told him I would need another week to get ready.
It is very, very strange to leave my house for the last time. I have no expectations (or wish?) to return.
I had a brief chat with H's closest friend who was here to help move the big stuff yesterday, and he said H had told him it was over with OW ages ago. H had never told him he was in contact with her again most of last year and thought about moving in together as late as December. He was shocked and said he wishes we could work it out.
H has been very angry and mean, but is nicer when son is around, so that made things easier the last day.
I am choosing to look at the home that I created as a sand mandala. If I can do it once, I can do it again, the ability is in me and not dependent on this place.
More posting to follow from the road...
M 16 yrs, WH62, P54 3 adult blended kids EA 11/13, BD1 6/14 PA fall 14, BD2 2/15 Piecing 2015, BD3 12/15 Separated 4/16 WH moved OW in 5/16 Divorced 6/15/17
