The only thing that threw me today was that he had put his flat into his satnav as "home". I guess a part of me still thinks of this as his home.
This made me a little sad. We spend our entire married lives trying to build a home for our family, and they seem to so easily abandon it. Makes me wonder what my H thinks about his furnished apartment. I hope he's unhappy there. Just the little part of me that hopes he suffers alone. Terrible thoughts, and I usually pray about it when I have them. I don't want hurtful things to creep into me. I don't want to be that person. 90% of the time I'm not. I want H to be happy as I don't think he has for many, many years. Maybe he hasn't been for most of his entire life. But the black thoughts creep in from time to time.
