I always thought when going through a hard time each day it was supposed to get easier. It hasn't happened yet. It has been a week and a half since my husband moved out. It was devastating.
When I look at the man in this photo, I remember this evening very well. He was excited to be cooking a new recipe he learned for the three of us. I sat there at the table and watched him, talked to him. It made me feel special that here he was, after working all day he wanted to come home and cook for us. I remember sitting there thinking how much I loved him. I knew this was the man I was spending my life with.
In a week and a half of him being gone, I am wondering what went wrong. And his behavior since he left is more than perplexing. He seems like someone I never knew. But how is that possible? How can someone in such a short amount of time seem to be someone so different? Does he not have any memory of our life together? Did Taylor and I mean nothing? Does he have a conscious? What about all of our plans for the future? When did walking out on your family become so easy??????
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