I got happy and got a life...lived my life and h suddenly realized that he was going to an empty little basement apartment after work all by himself (doubt his ow's husband would let her spend too much time there) or comming here three nights a week and watching me walk out the door with a smile to go who knows where and enjoy my life.
h realized that I would be getting the better end of the stick...him comming here three nights a week so I could be free to go where ever and do whatever...him comming here three nights a week to take care of his own kids and then on the other free nights must have realized that he would have to spend that time with his ow and possibly her kids and then ultimately watch her die (her disease is supposedly terminal leaving her something like 7-15 years to live) him then to be left alone, looked upon with shame by his family and friends while I reap all the benifits of his work.
that and perhaps the ow wasn't putting out yet as she had only started to ask her h for a d toward the end.
I don't believe for one minute that h actually came home out of some love for me..unless of course you count his desire to make sure that the kids and I are well provided for financially as love.
I don't believe he came home because he wanted to make things better.
I don't believe db is for every r...some people just weren't meant to be together and all dbing does is give them a way to fake it for a while.
I wasn't happy with my m before all this but at least I felt safe...now I am still not happy and certainly don't feel safe.
I don't trust my h as far as I can throw him...he could stay home every day all day and I still wouldn't trust him so what is the point of trying to be in an intimate r with him????
