I wake up feeling hopeful. I feel positive. Then 1pm hits and I suddenly get hit with severe anxiety and sick to my stomach. Nothing has happened and it's hours before he will be home. This has been going on for days now. I'm not prone to anxiety attacks. It's not a good feeling.
That wide range of emotions is normal and will continue to get worse until the divorce. I've heard many compare it to a wild ride, which, unfortunately it is. I found that as the time leading up to my divorce drew shorter, these "rides" became more severe, for lack of better word. Incredible sadness. Anxiety. You name it. And it happened at times when she was coming back or I was going to see her for some reason.
There are moments in this life when you are so confident in the rightness of your actions, that not even for a second do you consider the option that you might be wrong.
