all quiet over here. no texts no calls. no sign of life from W since Wednesday night's encounter.
Went to dinner and drinks with a friend last night. Hung out till late (9:30) Today we get off work early, was supposed to pick D up, but W changed those plans. Dropping off a friend at airport, then headed to meet with softball team for dinner and watching some other softball league games. Should be a nice day. Hopefully all goes as planned.
journaling- I keep meeting older divorced men at the bar that didn't want a D (we have a ton of good breweries here, -not an alcoholic I just love beer!) as they talk about their experiences I always ask "did you try to save your M" they've all said yes. Sometimes I wonder, are they on this forum? haha. So that leads my mind to, my W and I were together 6 years. I always thought that's a long time, how can someone walk away from 6 years like nothing? But last night this man's wife served him with D papers after 32 years and that W went dark and fell off the face of the earth. 32 years is forever. I know all people are different and so are the M's but if I think 6 years is a long time, it's kind of not. Not that that kills my hope, but it certainly shakes it a bit. I don't know why but as of late when I think of my W and the love I have for her, I smile and It feels good. I love that I love her.
