So we slept in the mbr last night. Nothing more than holding hands in the night, bit of a hug. But it felt like the right thing to do, because it might possibly be the last time we would share a bed, and we spent the first night in that house together, why not the last. Today was difficult, he seemed so unemotional whilst I was falling to pieces inside. I said and did things to provoke a response, like he could take my rings and watch and sell them, that he could take every thing he ever bought me, and dumping my beloved cuddly toy dog of 20 years in his pile of packing. Everything was hurting so much. Eventually I left the house and am now enjoying a girly afternoon with my two. I did apologise over text and said I’ve never felt this level of hurt and I don’t know how to manage it. He sent some sweet texts back. I texted ILY. I don’t care right now that this isn’t DBing, I won’t continue to pursue but today I don’t care. I really should’ve booked us a weekend away and let him get on with it. Not looking forward to going back to the house tonight.
May you are right I can’t focus on being anything for him- lighthouse, friend, it’s just me now and my girls. Now that he’s gone I hope my emotions will calm down a little. What will be will be. Right now I can’t even imagine is being H & W again.
M:49 H:49 T:20 M:18 D:16 D:14
EA: Feb 2019-May 2020 Separated: Mar-early Aug 2020 H asked to reconcile: Jun 2020 EA relapse: Oct/Nov 2020 Recon #2: since Nov 2020