How on earth will I manage to work another 14 months with the OW in my face? I can't bear the thought of leaving work to find the STBXW sitting in the car at the entrance waiting for her so they can go off on another tryst. I'm scared I'll damage either or both of them.
She's now trying to ingratiate herself into the STBX's family with helping the farm hands "find work" on the hospital small ads website according to the BIL. The OW is on the phone/txt/email to STBX all the time at work, planning things, asking for her support over her own coming out/unaccepting family issues. She gloats constantly. Smiles sweetly at me with that knowing look of "I got what I wanted, and look at you, you sad, pathetic thing."
I cannot cope with this any longer. I think I've finally fallen apart. How can I have been so nieve?
Reality is that which, if you don't believe in it, doesn't go away.
