I bombed/crashed HUGE last night. I lashed out. For 11 months he's been able to say whatever the hell he feels like so last night I got all my stuff out - anger, hurt, questions. No replies back because it was all via text (please don't yell because I already know it was wrong)
I sat down last night and wrote him a letter. Explained my feelings for him, about our past, etc. and I am done.
Standing? For what? The wind has been completely knocked out of my sails, I'm doubting God, I'm doubting my husband/ex husband. I'm doubting a lot. I'm nauseous 24-7.
I did do a run/walk - 2 miles and 60 crunches. I'm working strictly on me. One day he might turn around and realize he had something better than sh*t. By then, it will more than likely be too late....I'll be gone.
....Understand, that I can't, not be what I am I'm not the milk, and Cheerios in your spoon ~ Avril Lavigne ~ ..."Nobody's Fool"...
