Everything officially came to an end with B today, 5 years of marriage, friendship and time, gone in front of my eyes. I am okay with the fact that things are over, I can see where she’s coming from and I understand that desire to not be tied down and to not be raising someone else’s kid (I’ll be damned if I don’t love her though).
I guess the things I struggle with in this are the fact that I didn’t do anything specifically wrong (I wasn’t perfect, but in the long run I was a good partner to her) and the fact that she knew I had a kid 6 years ago when we met (he was 5 when we got married – certainly she noticed him, right?).
These things are tough, but you keep moving forward. Still got that PMA.