My story has taken about four years to get to this point. My exwife just moved out of the house last Saturday night. This is the first weekend she is without the kids(she left the city, I didn't ask where she was going). I love my kids, i feel that they give me purpose, but i feel like a shell of a father right now. earlier this week i started to not talk to her because she wanted to be divorced, living in another house, but still leaning on me for friendship and emotional support. I only want to discuss the kids and splitting up cars,etc.. I told her I couldn't do that, because It would hurt harder when she finds someone new.
Sorry if this post is all over the place, I feel sick to my stomach, I've know her for 17 years, married for 13, tried to work it out with counseling for about 6 months. I don't hate her, if anything I feel my heart is full of love and pain for her. She was my best friend and wife. I'm not sure why I'm posting, I guess for therapeutic reasons.
[This message edited by Running the Race at 10:51 AM, June 29th (Saturday)]