It is just so sad to be in a place where I am going to lawyers and talking trash about my X--talking about OW, and affairs, and moving into apts. out of vengeance! When did my perfectly quiet, respectable, decent, moral life become a trailer trash soap opera? This is so not us. So not me.
Av,
I don't post to you much, but I wanted to respond to this, because I can TOTALLY relate to these kinds of feelings. The day I had to meet with my credit union's branch manager, and explain why I needed a new account set up, with my direct-deposit going into it, and my wife was NOT to have access to it . . .
Or the day I had to have my doctor stick a SWAB UP MY c*ck, to test me for STDs, because my wife refused to have the tests done. My doctor is a FEMALE, btw.
Or when I told my parents. Or when I told HER parents.
But I wanted to say, this ISN'T "you." Your X's affair doesn't define YOU. You are Avermont, and all that entails. This SITUATION doesn't define you, but how you RESPOND to it . . . will.
Respond wisely, with strength and character and honor.
