Going to the Beach

A week and a half until the beach. And a fresh start.....by myself. I am so afraid. I don't want to leave my husband here. But he left me. I see his heart breaking as he does it. But he is still going going gone. I love the dumb ass. I want to spend my life with the dumb ass. I want to heal. And healing may mean I never get to be with him again. Which breaks my heart more, if that is possible. A week and a half until I walk away from my husband. A week and a half.