I have posted on here in different places about my relationship with my H. Until today I was absolutely sure that I was doing the right thing to divorce him.

Today I accepted an invitation to meet with him and his Pdoc. That was unbelievably hard to see him today. I'm still very emotional about it. I had to look at him & tell him that it is too late & we are not getting back together. He looked pitiful. I brought him some clothes and stuff. I did way more for him than he did for me when I was in the same situation a month ago.

He refused to have a meeting. He never visited or called me. He didn't bring me anything. He did nothing when he saw me attempting to kill myself. I did just the opposite. Yet still I sit here and think how much I feel sorry for him. How he is 44 and I have ruined his life. How he will likely never get well and might die alone and or homeless. How he has no one but me who cares about him.

How do I get past these feelings? I feel in my logical mind that this is the right choice for me to divorce him but I feel such pity & guilt in my heart.