Just having a bit of a wobble recently, thinking about how easy it was, how natural it was when it was good.
He’s infiltrated my dreams lately. We split because of his drinking and lying. I know things weren’t perfect before that, but we loved each other and I believe we could have worked on things if he wasn’t burying his head in a bottle.
He is now selfish where he wasn’t before, and lets our adult kids down, but I still miss him sometimes.
I’m not sure I’ve ever quite let go of the hope he might wake up and do the work, and come back…
can anybody tell me it gets easier?