When I went upstairs, I was in the wrong frame of mind. When I walked in my bedroom and saw my W lying in bed I forgot about how hard I’ve been on her, how she’s suffered, and how long my anger has been an issue. I was far to focused on my own wants, vice repairing the damage and staying supportive of my wife.
I genuinely want my W to be happy and for us to be a loving unit. Like I said in an earlier post, I’m not engaged with anyone else on any level.
