Well... Ian wants me to move out. And, if he wants me to move out, then I definitely want to move out. He doesn't want to work on it. He doesn't want to go to any more sessions. He wants to separate.
And that's ok. It hurts. Hurts like hell. I feel betrayed because I feel like by marrying me he promised to try harder than he has.
I've started looking for places. I'm meeting with a potential new roomie tomorrow morning.
I am a mix of very very sad, scared, angry, and oddly hopeful.
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