Good morning sunshine. I made it thru the night and am drinking coffee now. H is out walking the fence row, maybe looking for deer but I think to clear his head and have a chew. Sort of wish like he would just keep walking...right off the end of the world. I will update you all on my thread when I can get the time to type it all out, but to answer your question, it had to do with the other phone calls because we were fighting about them and something that he said...that these calls were nothing, just calls to someone that he could talk to, nothing for me to worry about, the OW was a fling, and 10 times more serious than this because this was just someone that he talked to a few times. I picked up on the "fling" word, and he spilled his guts. OMG. Even through all of the pain I thought "so this is what the whole thing is about." This is the root of his pain. It was like having a splinter that was burried deep, causing infection. Healed over on the top, but throbbing and angry underneath. We ripped the splinter out yesterday and now the infection is flowing out.
I knew it, I just knew it. I didn't want to believe it. I am sick.
Last edited by 1hope; 11/28/0812:48 PM.
Most of us are about as happy as we make up our minds to be.
