Writing from my iPad, in bed. D is on his way to pick up keys. Sitter is with kids in the other room. I can't get out of bed. Thought it was just exhaustion, but I feel some depression seeping in also.
We had another good convo this morning. He told me this all is like a punch in his
gut. It's obvious he doesn't WANT this to be happening, but he's not strong enough to fight it.
To fight those demons.
I had to FIGHT with myself to not beg him to stay. Dear god, it almost came out. But, this has to be right. Has to be. Must think of my babies. Must think of MY future. He is not willing to stop.
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