I want to talk to him, but his voicemail kicks in straightaway.
I am beginning to think he is scared. Scared of what is waiting here for him. He has told DD3 he will come to see them all on Sunday (the day after my birthday.....).
I did feel really positive earlier,but now that it is this time and the DC are away to bed and I'm here on my own, that's kind of fallen away.
Right this moment I fear for the future. Not, like I think I've said, for the DDs, as they will be fine and will grow up strong women like eldest DD, and hopefully DS to be a decent man (despite his questionable taste in literature), but for me, selfish as it is. I don't think I can ever trust anyone ever again, whatever they say, whatever they do. And if he did come back that would go for him too.
It is a terrible thing to say, but for all of you who said it would be better if he had died,I think you are right. There was a book about widows in the library and I skimmed it and all the chapters were there about grief and loss and denial and stuff and it was just as though that was me. The only book I could find about relationship breakdown seemed obsessed with what people do for a shag when their partner leaves (what do I do about that, too?).
And if he had died I would not feel this humiliation and shame that I do now.
I think tonight I will try to do without the sleeping tablet. I am still waking up over and again through the night and when I wake up properly to start the day I don't feel refreshed, and I am yawning and generally feeling rubbish for an hour or two.
Thank you again for listening.