"D"H and I split in October last year. He was detached for a long time, no intimacy Etc. Loved me but not in right way...blah blah blah. We did counselling but it got us nowhere.
He's continued to be a huge part of my life because of our DS and has shown absolutely no interest in coming home. Like a chump, I keep reminiscing about the good times and think we could be great again.
Today I asked him how he felt about the possibility of us maybe trying again in the future. Cue awkward silence. Clearly got my answer there.
I don't know why I want someone who doesn't want me. He's not even that kind to me (had terrible news last week and he didn't bother to hang about after seeing DS as he was "busy") but great in others (bought Mother's Day card and flowers from DS).
he didn't give a shit about me for 18 months before the split. I keep reminding myself that it's not going to change-If he loved me he would have worked hard to come home.
But I sodding miss him so much. DS reminds me so much of him and every time I see him I just want him to hug and kiss me. He's my first and only love and we were together for 11 years. I don't want to start again.
I don't know why I'm writing, to be honest. I know I'm being an idiot but I can't seem to draw a line under the relationship and move on. It's constantly hanging over me like a cloud of failure. I know I can't make him want me. He's probably seeing someone else. I know this. And yet I still go crawling back like a fucking moron.