“Probably better now than later anyways. No matter how I try, there’s no way I can handle six kids. Sorry”
Two hours of fighting with him via text. This is more painful than the moment I knew it was over with KD. Part of me wants to just post the conversation. Part of me wants to run to him and tell him I love him and I’m sorry I over reacted. Part of me (biggest part) wants to climb in a hole and disappear.
I am not sure if it is repairable this time. I am afraid he’s really done now. My heart and head hurt. I can’t stop shaking. This little bit has taken me a half hour because I can’t type right. Now what?
I know this doesn’t tell you much, but I don’t have the energy for this right now.