J has left from his month long leave. He’s moved on to California.
The kids spent a week with him without me, plus a weekend. It wasn’t what I wanted, and I was advised against it, but it happened so there you go.
I told him about some things that I knew, including the fact that he bought a phone in his name for the girl he always planned on leaving me for, prompting to call me a “Crazy fucking stalker”.
This whole month has been full of hard.
I’ve been down on myself for a lot of things, some of which were not my fault.
I tried so hard to be a good wife, and regardless of what he or anyone else believes, I know in my heart that I gave it my all, and that was all I could do.
I’ve been down on myself for not selling as much as I’d hoped in my shop. Just because it’s not selling doesn’t mean that my art is worthless. I forget that sometimes. I plan on adjusting prices and hoping that helps.
I’ll be okay. I forget that sometimes too.
