Ok, its been about 5 weeks since my wife gave me the news. In the begining i was very sad, i begged her to change her mind. I didnt sleep,eat or could i foucus on anything. This is the love of my life and could not imagine life being any other way. Now 5 weeks later, i have gone from begging and crying, to only talking to her when she ask a question and the answer is short and to the point. I dont call, text or email her unless information needs to shared. When she is not on the road for work and is at home we simply just ignore each other for the most part. I'm having trouble with the emotions i am feeling right now. A few weeks ago my heart was broken and willing to do anything to make it right. Everyday that goes by now it seems i get more frustrated with her reasons for wanting to leave which i still do not understand. I dont understand how i could love someone so much and at the same time i feel like saying F@#K YOU! And just walk away. I really think i would if we did not have kids. I feel that if she really feels this way why should I put myself through hell for someone that may never change their mind about me? Is this normal to feel this way? Is it just one of the stages you go through? And if so what comes next? I refuse to beg or cry for her to change her mind anymore. Its easier for me to pissed off about the situation than to care. I blame her for not having feelings towards me, am i just as bad for feeling how i do now? I know deep down I really do love her and want to make it work, but I really wonder if its worth all the pain that im going through. Any advice would be helpful as always.....sorry if i didnt get my point across clearly. I just have a million things going through my mind at all times and i could write page after page on our situation. Take Care All, and thanks again for your support!
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