I had myself a good little pity party. Sometimes this is so overwhelming. The party did not last long, and during the “pity” part I reminded myself that I have prayed that my husband returns to the marriage and if he is to return, he needs to get whatever he is going through dealt with. Maybe I am delusional, but I choose to stand and until my legs grow too tired, that is what I am doing.
I do know, that upon his return I am not going to be accommodating to him regarding food or ask him about his weekend. I hope to be able to just ignore him. I am angry, i am not confronting him, he knows he screwed up, even though he tried to paint a different picture, I know he thinks I fell for it. I have been disappointed but never have ignored in this whole thing. I have been to afraid to, I’m not now.
I realized this is just a moment in time. Just a moment. We are moving towards something. Just a moment. I can make it through.
