Well, it's been a week since I left. This is the hardest thing I have done. I hate being here in limbo. I still don't know what I will be doing, going back to my H or leaving for good. It's too early to tell. I like that I have less stress. I don't worry about things so much, like if a commercial comes on, or if we are at the store together and we have to pass the magazine rack, will his eyes be looking. It's nice to not judge my body to what he has looked at and thinking I will never be that and worry my husband will never be attracted to me. It's nice to finally be able to look at myself in the mirror and realize that yes, I will never be that, but the body I do have is beautiful with curves and realness. Though, I can only look for a couple seconds before I have to turn away, its a couple seconds longer than I use to look, which was none.
It's hard because I know I need to make a choice. If I go back to my H, am I strong enough to fight this battle with him. Will I be able to realize he will have a slip or two on the road to recovery. That he still has a long way to go and it won't be easy for him and it could be painful to me.
Or do I leave him and go through the pain of breaking up and move on? I won't have to go through every day wondering if this is the day he slips. Is he being truthful. Is he hiding things from me. Is he really going to work on recovering this time or is it a false front like all the other times. Am I a fool for staying.
I just don't know. And I know this is going to take time. I hate staying at my parent in laws house. I just wanna go home. But there is so much at home I don't wanna go home to.
Geesh, I need a therapist, fast.
































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