She did come home last Thursday. He went bowling. We didn’t even talk while he was there.
I went out of town this weekend. He messaged often, to keep in touch with me. He even sent me his “schedule” for the next 4-5 weeks. Wanted to keep me “informed”. I haven’t commented.
What I started to say was “thanks, but I know it’s subject to change”. That’s what I wanted to say. I wanted to point out we’d not seen each other for two weeks because plans had changed. I didn’t. I left it unsaid.
I still want to see him. I want to spend time with him. I want to have a future with him. Why am I still hopeful? Because I want to be. He’s who I want. He’s the man I want to spend the rest of my life with. I believe him when he tells me they are no longer in love and they have a horrible marriage. I believe him when he tells me it will end sooner rather than later.
I’m focusing on the “maybe”. The potential. The opportunity he’ll end with her and be free to see if we have more than what we have now.
There are no guarantees. Not that they will get divorced. Not that he’ll choose to stay with me if they do. Not that if he does, things will work out for the future for us.