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I guess that just about sums it up, my life… lost….
I´ve told Mr CB that I want us to separate, after 25 years of marriage. I´d told him before but he´d talked me round, over and over again but this is it, final, the end. I feel sad but also relieved, scared of the future, especially for my boys and numb, I feel numb.
We are hoping for an amicable split, hoping to remain friends, who knows. We´ve just got nothing in common anymore, apart from the boys and our house, which I will try to keep afloat, not for my sake but again, for the boys, so as not to take their home away from them, too.
Anyone following my blog probably saw it coming, I did but it still hurts but what hurts most is that I´ve waited too long, unsure of how I felt, scared to take the final plunge. The one I´ve been writing with, met him twice, talked for hours, laughed, even kissed although I am somewhat embarrassed to admit it but hey, honesty prevails, he got tired of waiting, lost faith, whatever….. gone……. lost.