Tonight will be the third night since I told WH to leave. Although it feels like a huge weight has been lifted from my shoulders and life seems to be easier right now I can't help but miss him. He took the boys for haircuts and dinner and I wanted to be there so bad. He hasn't been much help around the house lately but I wish he was here. I don't know if I miss him or just miss him being here.
He has so much to work on before I will let him come home and I know this is for the best, for all of us but dammit I miss him!
Really fighting the urge to call him and tell him come home but I know I shouldn't. I know he feels the same. He text me and told me he didn't realize all he would lose by having an A that he misses us and loves us more than anything but respects my decision on this and understands.
Why does love and betrayal have to hurt so much? I know that feelings keep us alive, keep us grounded and helps us obtain sympathy and empathy. It just seems that it would be easier to be numb to them all.
Just having a bad night. I hope he comes to take the babies tick or treating tomorrow. Its the little ones first time and I would hate for him to miss it.