Last evening with no kids. I have to paint 2 paintings. I feel ...quiet. Sent stxH another 8 page letter. Everytime I let things out of my chest with no fighting, just writing, I feel good. If anyone sent me such a letter I would kill myself, again. It wasnt mean, it was full with my thoughts and emotions of disappointement and a little disgust. Not anger. No name calling. Going over the facts and how he treated me and the kids while he was screwing her. How he destroyed our chance to be friends, how he erased our history and future for some "pleasure" with a woman that is already gone (or supposed to be gone) from his life.How he couldnt tell lust from love and how he didnt appreciate our family. How his choices affect our kids. How his life is a mess and how I was the best thing that ever happened to him. K
