I remember the first few weeks after the bomb, when I went into whoa-is-me-mode and started thinking back over the years.
I put him through grad school. We put off having kids for 11 years. He worked long hours. I was home with the kids. We rarely saw each other. But we had a goal. And we almost made it.
Then, TWO MONTHS before I send my LAST child off to full day kindergarten and was ramping up my part time biz to full time status - I discovered the affair.
I felt like after 22 years of climbing a long, tall mountain, we FINALLY reached the summit...and he shoved me off in favor of a younger model. It didn't sit well.
These days, I'm ready to shove back with a few surprises of my own. Like I said, if he walks, he'll be kicking himself for a VERY long time. (Key evil laugh) Mwah-ha-ha!
Lesson, courtesy of my crusty old grandmother (may she RIP): NEVER put yourself into a situation you can't get out of.
It's been a tough lesson, but she was right. I got lazy and painted myself into a corner. It won't happen again...
