I prefer to be happy than right. I chose not to beat him up with this ever since I cracked the door open. But there must be a balance in all this. And pretending nothing happened or better, that what happened is no part of our today is BS. The would is still bleeding so to speak. It's not a scar yet.
I know that my feelings are mine to own and deal with, but I realise I need his help. I wish I didnt, but I do. I dont know if I am strong enough to do the piecing thing. We'll see. K
