So as expected, there were death throes.
And a brief resurrection.
We talked about couples therapy.
He said he'd go to relate.
There was a waiting list -- end of August, they said.
So I waited.
And it was school holidays so I didn't expect to hear because my daughter doesn't know that we communicate so I can spare her from the mess that sometimes (always) results.
But when I did hear it was for him to accuse me of doing something to hurt him.
Was it because he really thinks I would do that? Or because he doesn't want to have to talk about our relationship?
This is the closest he has come to having to do it -- I have waited over eight months since he said he would seek third party advice, and it must have been only days away at most, and he does something to screw it up.
What am I supposed to think?
So thats the final nail in the coffin.
I shall take his stuff that I have been keeping in my shed to the dump -- out of my life and out of my head. Finally.
I went out with an ex-partner from eight years ago last week, for old times sake, and it wasn't much fun. It proved to me that there is no going back.
This proves to me that there is no standing still, either.