This whole situation (beyond the heartbreak and multitude of other emotions I'm feeling) is just so weird. A little over 3 weeks ago, we were living as husband and wife. We shared a bedroom. We got ready together in the morning. We cooked meals together. We grocery shopped together. We shared the details of our days with each other. We laughed together. We traveled together. We watched the fireworks together and saw an amazing baseball game on July 3. We expressed good morning and good night each day. We said "I love you" so many times.
And then, the night of July 16 he told me he was done and he left to spend two weeks with his mom the next morning. He's now been back just over a week and we are now strangers sharing a home. We don't talk much. We cook our own meals. We live on separate ends of the apartment. The only text messages we share are those of necessity about logistical things.
I don't know how to reconcile that stark contrast. How can a switch be so suddenly turned off after more than 20 years of routines and life together?
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