I accept the she does not love me anymore...
I accept that she wants to live her own life...
I accept that I am going to have the kids...
I accept the challanges that lay ahead as a single dad with four young kids...
I accept that with her mental issues we (kids and I) will be better off in the long run

But it the one thing that stays in my brain and keeps eating at me...I cannot accept that I was rejected...

It what makes me want to cry...I wanted to be the one to help her through these times in her life. To be the shoulder that she cries on while dealing with her struggles. But she has chosen that is no longer what she wants. Just another day of feeling unloved and unwanted. Sigh....