You're on my mind tonight. Wish you were closer so you could come over and enjoy a nice glass of red as this snow begins to cover our area.
I am wondering if it just time to let go. All of this DBing is getting to be exhausting. You know what? I think when we do let go is when we really begin divorce busting.
Believe me, I know what you mean. Let's put it out there: we're implementing all this in order to salvage our marriages, plain and simple. And we are not the only ones! I guess either it will work one day, or else we will come to realize that we have to keep on doing it and just pull from that the things that can help us move on without them. Eventually this has to go one way or the other.
I was reading the last post and it's such a cool idea to think about trying to win H. over instead of winning him back. My problem is that my H. is now saying he wants no serious R. with anybody. And to be with me in any way is to be in a serious R. which is why he is not willing to try to work on things with me. Where does that leave a good little DB'er? Help!
Keep reading, Imdi. I just cleaned off my bookcase tonight and organized my new self-help section. Now I have 2 dozen books on these topics. Each one I've been able to take something away and keep it in mind, so that's good.
What's on Lifetime tonight? I've got a movie playing in my DVD player.
I don't know Imdi. I've had no contact from my H. today either, and I know he is off this weekend. I dread thinking of where he is tonight, also being it's the weekend everyone (except yours truly) is out celebrating V-day. This is just awful. How can you be happy when you're still in love with your walkaway husband? This is the underlying problem I keep having, no matter how much DB'ing I'm doing. I think you feel the same way. We love and miss these men. It hurts, darn it! It's hard to get interested in other things when you're still hurting over your husband leaving you.
Just rambling, Imdi. Don't mind me. Hugs, hon.
Most of us really marry only once. First love endures, even unto our dying day. And we never really divorce.
