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Congratulations! Welcome to the crazy world of nursing! Love, a fellow nurse ❤️

Get going! You won't regret taking the job. Best thing I ever did was leave a long-term relationship that was holding me back and move to another country for a job. My life has completely changed course and I've never been happier! Please don't waste more time with him. Take the time to invest in yourself the way you wish he would invest in your happiness and relationship. Give yourself the gift of freedom. Congrats on the job!

I know I can be patient. I can. And I know I am stubborn. I can be the most stubborn person in the world. I have to apply my stubborn will to not calling you. We're not broken up, we're not together. We're nothing to each other. We're spouses who aren't acting within the bounds or our commitment to one another. I don't support you (except silently from a distance every second of every day) and you don't support me. If you do, I sure don't know it. I've been the one to reach out and make contact for the last month. Maybe more. You always seem open and receptive and the conversations are good... we laugh a lot, we share ideas, we discuss our lives, we say "I love you." And yet, we're still sitting 300 miles apart and living disconnected lives. I always feel so good after talking...for a day. And then I crash HARD...and I spend days or weeks crying and trying to pick myself up before I inevitably lose the battle of wills and call you again. And you say you aren't ignoring me, you're giving me my space. You were the one who needed space, remember? Why can't you be honest about things? If I needed so much freaking space, I wouldn't be the one reaching out. I never pressure you. I never ask to discuss the status of our marriage. I never ask if we will reconcile or where you are in your thinking. Perhaps it's time to make my own decision and just move on. You can cope with whatever you like in whatever way you like. I will see you in ten months when we sign the papers. I hope you enjoy that existence.

I wish I could say definitively that you are my ex. I hate being in this in-between space with you. I hate that you have asked this of me. I hate myself for allowing you to believe it's mutual. All I want is to save things. But, the more I think about it the more I realize you don't deserve for things to be saved with me. You don't deserve me.

A good friend of mine's parents divorced when he was in elementary school. They recently remarried- after a 20 year break!