So I went back to my husband for about 3 days, quickly realized that it was the dumbest decision in the world, and in actuality, there was absolutely nothing for me there except misery. I thought I'd feel like I belonged somewhere again, but turned out, I felt nothing of the sort, and was just as confused and alone as before. So might as well stay separated and try to figure out who the fuck I am without him because I don't even know who I am with him anymore it would seem.