Been feeling really down over the past few days. It's like reality has hit. H is moving out next week. He has spent all day yesterday and today with OW and then comes home around 7pm. He goes to spare room and just drinks. He looked shocking this morning before he left with bloodshot eyes. I suppose I always felt when the crunch came, he would leave her and choose us. This is despite everything I know and have read. It all feels so hopeless and final. I've tried to keep busy with D today but everytime my mind returns to what is happening, I'm back crying. I just wish we could turn the clock back and speak to each other before he chose to wreck everything by sleeping with another woman. I'm sorry if the post seems full of self misery, I'm just struggling.
