I'm glad you read through my threads. Because they should serve as a reminder to you that, yes, your H *can* come back a second time. And, yes, he *can* change.

But I think perhaps the most important takeaway is how I finally got so fed up that I was willing to drop it all and walk away. (Notice I didn't say I was *ready* to, but I was willing.) I had finally confronted my biggest fear: putting my kids in school, getting a job (or two) and moving. I no longer resisted that; I finally accepted it. That's the long way of saying I dropped the rope.

And that's when things ABRUPTLY changed. And they're still different - and so much better. And I know in my heart of hearts that if H would have never come around, or - God forbid - if he ever walks out again, I will be okay. Because I'm the cake. He's the frosting.

You're going to be okay, too. No, it's not the life you want. But that which we resist persists. Stop fighting against what is happening in reality. Just let go, T. Once you let go, you can start working on the next part of your life, whether that ends up being with H or not.


M: 40 H: 44
Married 14 years
S11 & D6; D20 & D19 from previous M
2BDs/PAs, 8 years apart
Piecing: April 2014