One year ago today, was the last time my H saw OW and had sex. It was their last time because he was leaving the city his project was based in and not returning. I am triggering big time, and at the same time, I'm relishing a little in the fact that she's probably remembering too and miserable today.
I'm trying to look at this day as the beginning of the end, it took 5 more months for her to really be gone, but I can at least mark this as one year since they physically saw each other. He came home to me the next day and has never returned to her city.
I don't know if I'm sad, mad, relieved.... or all of the above. Ny heart is pounding and I feel like an anxious ball of yuck . I hate this, really really hate this.