I don’t want to go into detail right now... But, it’s over. Part of me is relieved. Part of me is in terrible pain. I’m heartbroken for our son, who’s two years old & crazy about his dad.
I’ve come back from so much before. And I can’t come back from the current situation. He probably thinks we can work it out, again. Not this time. My life will be better without him.
it’s extremely difficult to admit that. But, there it is. Meeting my mother in the morning. Obviously, I’m going to break down when I see her... I so wish this wasn’t happening! I can’t believe it’s the end.