Struggling

[Jim1234]

I had to go to Denver for work this weekend. She said she would move out while I was gone. Bittersweet. Sorry to see her go, but happy to be moving out of limbo. Real rollercoaster. Friday I was upset, Saturday feeling a little better, Sat night upset again, but felt better as Sunday progressed, and I was even somewhat optimistic as I drove home from the airport.

I stopped by the grocery store on the way home and picked up two pints of ice cream and chocolate bars. I was going to allow myself to wallow in my misery and mourn until going to play golf this afternoon, then pick myself up and get on with my life tomorrow. I drive down the street about 8 pm. and there's a Uhaul in front of my house. "OK, she must be just finishing up", I thought. I walk inside and the house is a mess of half packed stuff, but some large furniture is gone. I poke my head into her room and just say I'm home. She says she's "so exhausted." Spent some time with my kids, went to bed.

After having prepared myself to come home to an empty, lonely house, I'm upset that she's still here, and will either pack up in front of me, or leave the house a mess until I go away again next weekend. There is a long list of things I had planned to do to the house after she left that now has to wait another week. I'm still hurt, angry, disappointed, sad....