Well i survived my first day of separation. I am proud of myself, in the evening i went to the depth of despair so deep, i couldn't see the light, but understood it was actually anxiety attack, which is totally normal in my circumstances and i dealt with it.
When he brought me we hugged and kissed, he said ( and yes im gonna miss you), though i didn't say it first, tears in his eyes, i will write, will talk bla bla... i think it's guilt talking. I asked him if it hurts, he said yes and i said than maybe therr is still a chance for us.
I called him to see if he is fine ( it was a very long journey by car almost without rest) he kinda pushed us to talk a bit about this and that. Sent me a couple of messages when arrived home, nothing personal, just some everyday stuff.
During our 13 hour trip he said many things... about how he wants to change and who he wants to be and that selfishly he keeps all options open for himself... it seems he is on the same stage that we are not good for each other, though he sees changes.
I told him that i am commited to the changed person he wants to be and to the persone, that will like to work on our relationship, not to the weirdo that he is right now. I hope at least it gives some boundaries. Though i have very little hope for reconciliation from his side. I guesse he will slowly drift away, for now he seems to be scared and wanting to keep things going.
I cried all morning, i was in terrible shape, but i got up, i went to the shop, i ate, i did some stuff around the place. And i didn't call my husband asking to please take me back. I didn't cry when i talked to him. I am doing well. I am proud of myself today.