Re: I sent this today Falcon554: God that hurt just reading it. Sounds like me to my wife :(
Re: I sent this today AvengersXwife: What I've found, is that we have to realize that no matter what we say, how we say it, how fluffy or painful or nasty the words are written... it's not going to change anything. The pain is real, it's there and even if you got back together... could you forgive and forget after all you've been put through?
I fight myself to drive by his house early in the am, but if I saw another car in the driveway... WHAT DIFFERENCE WOULD IT MAKE? He doesn't want me anymore, he doesn't love me... there is nothing that is going to change that. It is over, the boat has sailed, too much is between us now. All we can do now is "Try to focus on ourselves and the rest will fall into place" <-- from a good friend, very wise words.
Good luck to you. Keep writing, but start writing what YOU ARE GOING TO DO FOR YOU NOW! What do you want, need, like, love, look forward to?
The dew on the trees in the early morning? The first fluffy fallen snow? The sound of a mourning dove? The feel of the excitement of heading to the airport for a trip? The feel of a massage? The smell of lavendar? Write it down! Figure out what you like, want, need, what makes you happy... that doesn't involve him.
You are right, AvengersXWife... Bree: ...nothing you do will change anything. He/she does not love us anymore. But...in feeling the pain so we can move on and let go, those things (maybe not rational -driving by or anything else) can give us the vision to see that. I think that the more my husband says to me that reinforces that he doesn't love me or that he loves her or where his heart and head is at, as painful as it is, it helps make it all the clearer so I CAN let go of him and see that the reality I want does not exist anymore. But if we don't begin to move on, then, yes I think it becomes torturous for us. Just my 2 cents. It takes time to get there, though.
Re: I sent this today oiarbovnb: Time. It is so essential and meaningful to every part of our life. Why can't we make it go faster when we need it to, and slow it down when we want. I wish so much that this time would pass. But I can't
