I've only been living apart from my H for three weeks and already I'm so tired of it, both physically and mentally. Before it was hell to wonder when he'd be home from the bars but at least I got to sleep in the same bed with him every night.
Now I'm finding plenty to do and GAL but the second I'm not occupied I start to think about my H and it makes me sad. I'm starting to feel like I never really knew him and it hurts that he seems to have been able to open himself up to so many other people recently but not to me. All I get are lies and half truths.
I just wish he would let us both forgive each other for the terrible, terrible things we have done to each other in the past two years and agree to start things over.
