It's been 66 days since my wife and I separated. Still stuck. Still mad at myself, disappointed in myself. The hurt is getting some what better, but I miss her. I want the version of my wife back that used to love me. Does hope ever fade? I mean that sounds terrible, but it's killing me right now. I keep imagining that if I can present this guy who is just free of allnthebyears of accumulated hurt, mistrust, and emotional damage, that everything will get better. I am working on that with my therapist, but that's a long way out, I fear. Sorry for the rambling post. I keep talking to God about it, but the silence is deafening.