Struggling today with detachment—feeling that old cycle of disappointment and anger that after 16 years together, he can go from asking me out to dinner one week and saying he loves me to the BD and almost no contact/conversation, though we're living in the same house. Logically, I know on some level he's got to miss, if not our love, our friendship; logically, I know he's probably struggling too, but that's locked away in some other compartment of his.
At least, six months out, I can recognize that these feelings will come and go. I won't let them ruin my day.
