Well, after what I guess you could call a nights sleep I feel worse actually.
Things have had time to settle in. Every time I think of some other thing that will never be I burst back into a new crying jag.
He left for work this morning with all of his clothes that he packed last night. I guess he's seriously going to go this time. I'm trying to stay strong and not just get down on my knees and beg him not to leave me. I started this, I did it for reasons, and my overwhelming feelings of abandonment cannot get in the way.
