I can honestly say, my old XH is back. We called a truce on Friday and spent the last three days together with the girls. Absolutely wonderful. Lots of hugs and kisses, tons of ILY (that I haven't heard in months), we even ML. The only problem is that it took him having to move 3000 miles away to be able to be himself again.
Thursday we each had our Thanksgivings with our own families. Friday we talked and hung out. Saturday I helped him pack. Saturday night we stayed up until 3am talking and just being with each other. We finally took a bubble bath together in the tub. Sunday we hung out. The movers came and got the boxes and furniture.
It's so hard right now. I did not want to end things like there were, so angry and unhappy. But this is breaking my heart. I love him. I always have and always will. All he can do is think about all these wonderful memories we've shared over the past six years. I know this is for the best, but oh god it hurts so much. It's all I can do not cry constantly. They leave Wednesday morning. I don't know if I can do this...
