Thank you so much Whitsernam.
Such a simple statement,"you are doing it" but it made me think... and yes I am doing it. Slowly, painfully slowly, but surely.
I have come so close to contacting him but i haven't. I haven't rung the police and called it off. I haven't broken yet.
Luckily I have a study day and took DS to school, came back and power napped for an hour (bliss) just the little steps like getting out of bed. Today i got out of bed and opened the curtains, which is better than yesterday because i didn't want to open them yesterday!
Tiny things like that.
One foot in front of the other. I haven't cried today.
I cooked properly for myself last night for the first time in weeks and weeks (Months?)
Made a vegan curry with my favourite veg which meant i really fancied eating it, and had a glass of wine (which then turned into half a bottle again- hence the power nap this am!)
It still feels horrible, but I don't feel so paralysed for now.
I've made a vat of tea and i'm making a list of the things that need doing that i have been ignoring the past few weeks like paperwork and phonecalls -I've made one and got DS a dentist (which is like gold dust in this city) and an appointment for next week. So I've got ONE tick off the list, which frankly feels like a miracle!
I asked DS' dad for support with the mountain of things that need sorting, for example DS has majorly outgrown his bed and is practically falling out, needs school trousers, I'd like to get him into Beaver scouts, issues with a kid at his school, parents evening (last year when i asked him if he'd like to come he said i quote: "whats the point?") putting heavy boxes in the loft... as usual he says he'll help/participate but does nothing. I'm not asking him to pay for anything, just things I need help with. It is so obvious how on my own i am, and i don't want to be weak.
It does sometimes suck when i think about 'him' and how he would give up his weekends to help with the flat, fix the toilet seat or buy DS the things he needed (plus extra), made his spare room into DS' room, be gutted he couldn't come to his carol concerts, or have watery eyes over how DS was joseph in the nativity or whatever. I guess that was part of why i stayed.
Now its back to it all on me, not having anyone to share in the delight of DS or having a 5 minute break, or someone picking up the slack.
This is turning into a marathon post! Sorry!