On one hand I think I've done darn well at the forgiveness thing. On the other...not nearly as well as I might think.
I don't EVER give it to her that she's blown up what I thought was a pretty decent marriage. I let her call me since the D final'd almost every day until last week. We had a discussion about it as I was staying with her while down in the Phx area as my Father was gravely ill.
Seems she was happy to have me there until I decided that I needed to leave and take all my stuff home and get ready for an impeding relocation 1000 miles away in Texas. She got upset that I may have been waiting for her to give the okay.
I guess in a way I've waited on her going on 4 years now to make some sort of decision and it dawned on me...she has.
My Father passed this morning and after this week and the funeral it looks like I'll be moving on. About time I guess.
