I got up went to grab something to eat and began cleaning my house . As the minutes go by I am feeling better.
I can look back now and see how far I have come. I use to lay in bed all day crying and pondering WHY WHY WHY. Not once did he care to emotionally take care of me, to help pick me up.
I picked myself up and will keep going. The thought of being back together makes me sick to think of. I like thinking of just me and not what he wants and catering to his needs.
It will be 8 months since he has been out the house and I am glad I have SR friends to help me through this journey.