DejaVu - We all cry into the pillow sometimes. This journey is tough. My H slept in the room next to me last night. This is the first time we have ever been under the same roof but not in the same bed. He was watching the kids for me as I had planned to meet a girlfriend for dinner. He decided to stay the night so he could open presents with D8 this morning. He let D8 sleep in the bed with him.
I was wrapping presents in the MBR when he came in to see what 'we' had bought her. I showed him then we said our goodnights. When I got into bed I wept silently into my pillow.
DnJ - I have read most of your sitch - it is actually one of the reasons I chose to post on this website. Your never ending compassion for your W, your love of your children and the way you write continues to inspire me. I think I was attempting to say the same thing as you, but, in reading your post next to mine, I realise I have a long way to go.
