Today I feel so worthless, isolated and confused. I want to stick my head under a rock. I snooped because I wanted to know if I can trust his word. The answer is, mostly no. He is supposed to be moving back in a few weeks.
((Hugs)) I'm so sorry--been there, done that...so many times I can't remember them all, they're just a big jumbled ball of hurt and anger in my memory. Ugh, it's so hard to let go of the past, the hurt, the fear of the unknown.
I know you didn't ask for it, but this is your issue to deal with. On your own, without your H's help. I remember my H telling me that a lot of this I would have to deal with on my own, and it made me so angry to hear him say that, because, HELLO--HE DID THIS. And then I realized (and am still realizing) that he can't heal me.
Healing is my choice. Forgiving is my choice. Looking to the future instead of the past hour/day/week/month/year is my choice. This is what GAL really is, making the choice to look away from the train wreck, and forward to finding your true happiness and peace.
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That he understand how deeply he hurts me and how she is the biggest enemy of our family. He says he understands.
I know your need to say these things. I said them. Over and over again, just in case he didn't hear me the first twenty times. It's something you need to feel and then let go of at some point. Because as valid as it is for you, it's a Mt. Everest for him to climb. And it goes back to what I said above.
