How very nice of you to pay me a visit. I've been peeking in on your situation for some time and know that you are having your share of anguish too.
My H was mean and nasty also during the time that he was steeped in his A. It took a lot of time, misery and hardcore DBing on my part to earn back the respect and kindness he is presently displaying. My H put on a good show before he actually broke it off with OW. You know the drill, lies, lying about not lying, being nice just enough to throw you off the scent. He had me hogwoggled for sure. I actually thought that we were finally about to pull our boots out from the cesspool.
But even so, there was always the sense that something was brewing underneath that progress we seemed to be making.
And now that "something" has erupted.
H just called on his lunchbreak. This was the first contact after our first night apart. He sounded perfectly okay. I was hoping for a little tenderness and something soothing from him, maybe even a little bit of sadness in his voice. But nope, just business as usual. I could feel myself shrinking inside and was tenative throughout our brief conversation. I feel like I'm on a tight rope. A gust of wind, an arm out of place, and whap! I meet the pavement.
