We have been seperated since April 2023 and the divorce date is in two weeks. But she still comes over for maybe thirty to sixty minutes at least twice per week to care for the dogs. A lot of the time we will chitchat about our day or the dogs or whatever... Today, when she came over, I didn't hang around her... I was stoic and polite and did my own thing... she was gone within ten minutes.

It hurts my heart to give her the cold should but this is her decision, right... she chose to throw me to the gutter. I shouldn't feel bad, but I do. I remember that cute innocent girl from seven years ago. I so badly want to believe she exists somewhere inside her, to believe that we are worth fighting for... but it feels futile sigh. I know, I know, that person is dead.