Just that really. I instigated the separation, we've sold the house and live in separate homes.
For a while I thought there might be a way back, but he is back to his sullen, angry, self pitying, destructive ways.
And I feel again like a bloody fool who has been taken for a ride. I still love this man. I desperately want a family, to be part of a family. I absolutely hate being a single Mum, where I think I'm just not doing enough. Or being enough for her.
My life is a complete bloody mess. And I just can't pick myself out of this despair. I'm 32, and I just feel like my life is over.
I think of all the good times, all the things we have enjoyed together, the shared hopes and ambitions, dreams. And they were often amazing, and remembering them makes my heart break. But the bad was honestly too bad.
How do I start afresh? I feel like all the hopes and dreams and goals have been stripped out from under my feet and I don't know what I'm doing, or hoping for or aiming for. I'm just drifting. And utterly miserable.