The remarks are well deserved and welcomed! As hard as I try - the fact is I am hitting the anger stage (finally) and I have to do a better job restraining myself.
OK friends...I'm going to share a story with you.
A year ago today, my H left the house at 6pm to attend our S's Confirmation Parent Class on Catholicism and Sexuality. I stayed home with S to feed him and get his homework done. H and I had spent the weekend developing our new "plan of action" on how we wanted to be so structured to achieve our "post kid" goals. H comes home at 9pm and S and I have not accomplished all of our "chores" - we were exhausted from our first day back to school/work. H comes in and goes off. I try to calm him down and he turns on me. I'm a mess - I'm a failure (these are my words).
Fast forward 3 weeks. Bomb drops - H reveals "addiction" - come to find out H didn't attend the parent class. He picked up a prostitute that night.
What happened? Where did my dream go? How did I not see?
Today...I wonder where is my heart?
M-48/XH-48 M=25/T=28 years Ds-24,22/S-18 D - 3/11 A Day at a Time
