Update…..
So I’m still abroad. Working hard. Finding myself and still trying to rebuild myself.
My husband and I remain separated. I’ve lost count of the times he’s lapsed, relapsed in the time I posted here.
Not seeing his kids due to being under the influence and refusing drug tests is not even enough.
I no longer resent him. I just feel pity. His excuses I find a joke. I no longer react.
I’m lonely sometimes, but absorb myself in work or kids. We explore this beautiful city, I watch the ocean. I no longer watch my phone, waiting for his sorry texts or an overdose call.
I’m not quite ready to socialise in this new world as a single parent. (But I’ve been alone our entire relationship) I still haven’t found the courage to tell my family we are separated or the reasons why.
My life is the same in so many ways. I now just don’t have the anxiety or heartache.
I will never stop hoping for him or loving Him. It’s the addict I gave up on.
Love to you all still on the roundabout. Xx