After the Storm...

[Treasur]

Gosh, I'm tired of feeling heartbroken over and over again.

Drove to the old house to pick up post. MLC H had done none of the jobs he was supposedly there to do on Saturday, all his stuff and furniture is still there. He had just taken one small picture of our cat who died. Who can work out what is in his head? Impossible.

Then drove to see my mother's financial adviser and had to change route because I realised GPS was going to take me straight through the village where my H has been secretly living on and off with OW.

Then went to see my mother who now thinks someone lives in the closet who is trying to kill her. She was very frightened and distressed. Then, in a rare moment of lucidity, she stroked my hair and told me I was so pretty and she loved me. And I just broke down and sobbed while she stroked my hair. I would have given the world to be able to be held by my H. I don't comprehend how you care about someone for two decades and then show no empathy or care at all, even if you no longer want to be married to them. It's just beyond me.

Rough day. Too much crying. Tomorrow will be better.