Originally Posted By: Lissie
Sweetie,

He has been depressed for a long while now, but slowly but surely, he is getting to man up, little by little to you.

I am proud of him, proud of him for realizing that he can not be in an R right now.

I am also so happy and proud of you.

Posters get to know you by your posts, but if they ever spoke to you, like I have. And really sense the warmth and special person you are, they would see that your H is crazy to have left someone like you.

Never a bad word from your lips about your H, always so classy and graceful.

I am so very proud of you, for not turning down any chances at happiness that may come your way.

It just boggles my mind what they don't remember.

Gosh Hope, I remember such awful things he used to say to you, when he was with the fakedrwhore.

Just goes to show, that they must block out, the worst things they do, to the person they love the most.

I am not surprised at all by what your FIL said. It just goes to show how these men, really have not been brought up the "right" way.

I am happy that puppy and kitty are doing well. Is kitty, getting used to puppy being home again?

I don't want puffy back, but I will one day wish he would say Lis, I'm sorry for the hell I have put you and the kids through.

Love you Hope.



Lis,
Never a bad word, because he isn't a bad man and I never hated him. He just made some incredibly bad choices. I feel SO badly for him that he went through this and did these things to us, because I know he wishes he could turn the clock back. He even said that last night.
He has a lot of his life left to live. I don't know what he plans to do with it. I am just tired of wasting mine alone. I'm not getting any younger.
Funny how early on, I was so sure I could get past his bad actions; that I'd be willing to work it out no matter what. Even though he is not offering to reconcile, when I think about it I just don't have the confidence anymore. I cried last night because I feel like I let myself down. I just don't want to do it anymore.


Most of us really marry only once. First love endures, even unto our dying day. And we never really divorce.