It’s been a week and one day since I picked my husband up from the airport.
I’m not really in the mood for talking. I’m at the point of no sleep, exhaustion, no want for food and just existing, but I managed to get half a bowl of cereal down this morning.
It was the funnest most passionate weekend probably that we have ever had.
Saying that it’s also the worst of my life.
After months of calling me three times a day and saying I love you constantly and sending me gifts and notes I catch him face timing “her” in my own house.
I enjoy my time with him, he cries, I cry…atleast half the time we are crying and he apologizes profusly. I say goodbye, he says don’t say goodbye. I say goodbye.
He gets home and I get a text saying “I finally know what I want”….
A little late.
I cannot divorce him until I’ve been here a year…so April 29 I will be filing for divorce. In the meantime I can start the custody paperwork.
If he really truly wants me he will do whatever he has to to get here and he will cut her out completely which I will have no way of knowing, but he won’t.
Today is the first day I am not answering his phone calls.
It sucks. I started his box of his stuff that I am going to tuck away in a closet.
Please no “I told you so’s”
My life sucks right now.
Dear Lord help me.