I asked dh to leave last sept after so many rows about money.
After a couple of months i missed him like mad and realised i still loved him. i asked him back, and he was still very hurt and said that he will never come back.
He met this girl who he used to work with, and within 2 months she was pregnant and they just had the baby in May.
When i found out she was pg it hit me like a bus, i guess i still thought of him as "mine" and hadnt prepared myself for him moving on so quickly. i had a bit of a breakdown - went from size 10 to size 6 in a couple of weeks, my eyelashes etc fell out, and i stopped sleeping. Suicidal.
Now, ten months later i am feeling SO much happier and stronger, am enjoying every minute with my children (who i didnt appreciate before), doing the house up, have lots of new friendships and am finally applying for the career i have always dreamed of..
Then last week, ds announces that dh's girlfriend is moving out of their house with the baby and moving in with her friend. Sad for the innocent baby, but i cant help feeling a little bit and smug, just for all that i have been through.