It now has been one month and three days since Al moved out. I think I am more heartbroken than in the beginning. Why? Because I thought once he had some time to cool down and think things through he would be calling. He won't even speak to me at all. I have tried to keep my contact limited so as not to push him further away but maybe that is the wrong approach? I honestly do not know anymore.

All I truly know is I am not angry like people want me to be (which even surprises me), I do not want a divorce like some would have me to do. I don't want to be 'fixed' up as someone half jokingly mentioned. What I know for sure is Al is the love of my life. Regardless of what is happening now that has not changed. I pray that for him that has truly not changed either. That somewhere his heart is aching for me as mine is for him. That God is working with him and soon I will get that long awaited call saying 'I miss you' can we work this out'. What a day of rejoicing that will be.

Oh my dear sweet Al, I miss you so. Please come back to us.