I'm in it right now. I was so numb when I moved out that I just put one foot on front of another and was trying to survive. I thought he hated me. I thought he'd "wise up" and come back.
I started to see him change and I liked what I saw and started to defrost - and then I found out there was someone new.
My heart felt like it had smashed into a million pieces. He came and for the first time I years we talked, really talked - about all the hurt that's been going on for years. We've had a difficult few years and just stopped communicating - and lost how to. I say talked - me lying on the kitchen floor like a wounded animal. I also had to dig deep and I realise now that I was far from blameless.
Then on Tuesday I cried all day. I researched auicide and found out that my children are the "best" age for it to happen. I told him I was done and he needed to come and get the kids and the dog.
We both cried for hours and I ended up sleeping through for the first time in a week.
I know it's not serious with this woman - he was filling a gap because without me and DC he had a lot of hours to fill. I'd have read a book... ;)
I had to admit that I'd abused him too with my criticism and lack of communication.
We are in a better place now and are communicating for the first time in years. IF we get back together it's going to be a fresh start, the giddy excitement of getting ready for a first date and we will never, ever shut down towards each other again.
I'm still in limbo because he won't say let's definitely do this - he's scared it'll screw up again. And I think he's probably right - if we so it it has to be right.
But we are both on the same page in that we believe it takes more courage to fix what was broken (rebuild, not fix) than to run into fresh arms.
I didn't cry yesterday.
It's been the week from hell but I haven't felt this close to him I years and I know he's got my back.
Does any of this sound familiar?