I've been packing my husband's clothes and the furniture that's his away to the shed today. He hasn't shown much interest in picking it all up - he's got what he needs. But I just can't keep it all in our - my - room any more.
Ignoring all the calls he's made to my phone this weekend also. He's been calling frequently just to chat. It feels like he knows how weak I am, and how charming he is, and thinks that this separation is merely living in different places. I made the huge mistake of inviting him over last time he wanted to "chat". We ended up having sex, then arguing. It made me feel stupid and pathetic. Even after then I kept picking up the phone.
I'm not really one for melodrama, and never thought it'd be like this, but packing his stuff away is so hard. My hands are shaking, a headache is forming and I'm working hard to fight off tears. It's not like he's died. It's not like we're divorcing.
There's so much to get rid of... the first thing was his computer. I couldn't stand having it around. It was where he'd looked up all that ####. Then I threw out the blood spattered clothes from when he and my dad beat each other up, the last night he ever slept here.
My mates are all busy, so I'm at it alone, trying to be "strong".
So here I am, this is my introduction to the Divorced or Separated thread...
Thank God it's here. God Bless you all... I feel better already, getting it all off my chest.
Naomi
Ignoring all the calls he's made to my phone this weekend also. He's been calling frequently just to chat. It feels like he knows how weak I am, and how charming he is, and thinks that this separation is merely living in different places. I made the huge mistake of inviting him over last time he wanted to "chat". We ended up having sex, then arguing. It made me feel stupid and pathetic. Even after then I kept picking up the phone.
I'm not really one for melodrama, and never thought it'd be like this, but packing his stuff away is so hard. My hands are shaking, a headache is forming and I'm working hard to fight off tears. It's not like he's died. It's not like we're divorcing.
There's so much to get rid of... the first thing was his computer. I couldn't stand having it around. It was where he'd looked up all that ####. Then I threw out the blood spattered clothes from when he and my dad beat each other up, the last night he ever slept here.
My mates are all busy, so I'm at it alone, trying to be "strong".
So here I am, this is my introduction to the Divorced or Separated thread...
Thank God it's here. God Bless you all... I feel better already, getting it all off my chest.
Naomi