He has switched his paycheque to his own account now and left me his card (which I cut up) and I've changed the online banking password. This keeps getting more and more real and I am sick to my stomach and destroyed. But I am home all day, every day with my girls and still need to work from home and take care of them.
I just want to wake up from this horrible dream.
I keep reminding myself that it isn't over until I decide I'm done. This is not a sprint but a marathon. I am strong. I am capable.
