My H is a serial cheater. Well, technically its not cheating to him because he is 'divorced' already. I snooped for the first time since August 2007 and he is 'dating' someone. Sexual flirty incoming texts. Tons of them. They were together last night, then he came to MY house and changed and went to work. I looked at his phone when he was in the shower, he keeps it out in the open now. She is, so it seems, married with kids. Who are these people out there in the world? Holy crud.
All his outgoing texts were deleted except for mine over the last few days. No pictures except for the girls, ones I have sent to him and ones he has sent to me.
This changes nothing for me. Nothing for him. But it hurts.
I will put this divorce on a credit card if I have to. I will refinance and eat ramen noodles for a year if I have to. No more. He will be my friend and the father of my beautiful innocent children.
GOOD STUFF:
The race! I did it!!!!! Well, *we* did it. My roommate from college (also divorcing her cheating H, so we ran in the name of 'rage' lol) came in town and did it with me. Wow. 5K is a long way, especially with a few hills. But I did it. I made it. We had to walk the first few blocks because there were 60,000+ people there, and nowhere to run!! Then it thinned out and off we went. I couldn't talk, could barely breathe, thought my feet fell off my ankles after the first mile, but we did it.
H didn't know I was running. I didn't know he was coming over last night while I was out with the girls, and he saw my number. Texted me a 'great job, proud of you' last night.
lwb, So sorry that your H is at it again. It doesn't make a difference whether it's a long-term A or a number of short-term ones, what they do still hurts everyone including themselves. You are a bigger person than me to be his friend. I think I swing from one end of the spectrum to the other almost daily...
Congrats on the race! 3 miles seems like forever doesn't it? but it sure feels great when you are done!
That's when I avoid him. If I am in the room with him, I can't even make eye contact with him. I am quieter, but still kind. I try and wait for the moment to pass, give it a day or two, then I'm in a better spot to be friendlier.
