The other part about this whole thing that bothers me is that my H didn't tell me he took her a coffee. This makes me concerned that he is afraid to tell me because of how I would respond - another one of his complaints about me. The secrecy makes it harder for me to learn about. I think it would have been less of a deal if he had said to me that he took her one too. Of course none of this has probably crossed my H's mind at all - just mine, which doesn't seem to be in such good shape today.
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"Somehow we survive, and tenderness frustrated does not wither." Dennis Brutus, South African poet
"That which does not kill us makes us stronger."
Friedrich Nietzsche
