Gonna document my ups and downs here because I need a safe place to vent.
So Friday we had a chat and decided to end it. Or rather she said "I don't know what I want. I don't know how we got to this point." etc. and I decided for us that it's better to end it than try to fix something that she's not committed to. Feeling a little railroaded into being the "bad guy" because she refused to
Ended up going away for work to Saskatoon for the week, didn't talk much. Had a good time for the most part except for the times when it got quiet and my brain started running away by itself. That hurt something fierce.
Came back home, saw her in the airport quickly as she was taking the flight out that I came in on, gave her a smile, she gave me the smile that you give to those who ask you "How was the insane asylum?" "Just Grrreat thanks". and looked miserable to boot.
Staying at our (my?) house for the week. She's packed up a bunch of junk to throw out, and has a list of all the assets in the house all ready to get split up. That was quick. She also bought a brand new car which, uh, seems kind of fucking retarded at this point in time but whatever.
I guess like I'm feeling close to reality hitting me here. Like the train is out of the station and I know where it's going and I have no ability to stop it or change direction or anything. My friends are doing their best to keep me out of the doldrums but when I'm alone, it's really hard. Really, really hard.