My oh and I split up. Well he left me. Not much of a reason, and tbh I can't handle knowing why.
He's been staying until he finds somewhere else, and it's been normal. Like nothing ever happened. It's been killing me.
Today, a week before what should have been our anniversary, he's packing up and leaving, after I got up the courage to say that it wasn't right, it's dragging it all out, so if you're going, go.
Kids are with their dad (not oh) and I've been out all day trying to avoid the empty house. They have no idea this has been going on and really fell for him as much as me.
I Have to go back though. To an empty house, alone.
Really don't want to go back home. This has left me devastated and I don't know what to do with myself.
Sorry. Not making much sense. Didn't want this. I don't know what to do now.