It's been rough week, my husband left me and our 3 children 1 week ago today. I feel for his shit and he had came to the house on Thursday to see his kids, I tried my hardest to not touch the forbidden fruit, which he knew I was weak for him, and I screwed up all the work I did during the week just by 1 kiss, 1 touch. After he got what he wanted, he had no issues going through the boxes that I had already packed as I have to move at the end of the month. He made sure he had gotten every last little thing that was either his or thought was his.

In 24 hours I had seen 2 different people and made me realize he was playing me to get what he wanted. He made the excuse of sleeping wrong on a blanket when it was impossible as I was in the bed as well, so the blanket was shared. He was suppose to move bigger things to my friends place which would have been lifted without his help, but he apparently hurt his back and couldnt do anything. He had all his stuff that he found

All ready to go so why else help move a couch, love seat, hutch and a bedroom set that's been outside for months. I had about an hour nap and woke up to him

Stayed his ears were cold so he HAD to wear that hat (I had it set aside). Sadly he's at my parents who have custody of my oldest child and now there's 4 in that household who is against me. I'm trying to stay strong and feeling the baby kick is making it harder to handle this.

I wanted my life back and I got smacked with reality that it's never going to happen.

Last week I cried and cried and cried for days, this week I won't. Last night was the last time I shed tears for someone who doesn't love me back.

I just wished this was all a nightmare.