I think I did a not very smart thing yesterday evening.
I called the 'ex' to discuss what time would be best to pick the kids up today. One thing led to another on the phone and I just broke down. I have been so frozen inside about my feelings during the course of this situation but I just came un-glued yesterday. What triggered this, I think, was a drive through my town and I happened to see a 'Help Wanted' sign posted in the window of a place I used to work. The place where we met. The place where he asked me out on a date for the very first time. It was twelve years ago but time just seemed to stand still for a few moments as I drove by.
On the phone with him yesterday evening, I begged pathetically to 'work on things' and really try to save our family before it's gone forever. I just felt so strongly, at the time, that I needed to let all of it out and take a chance because I felt if I didn't, it would be another thing to add to my pile of regrets.
What did I have to lose by asking?