The twisted sense of compassion is the one that really slays me. "I didn't want to tell you everything because I didn't want to hurt you more than I had to." Like there are varying degrees of hurt in a sitch like this? You killed me all ready. What else can you do?
And by the way, I got the explanation by email. Never had a face to face. The last face to face was when I found her driving up to her latest rendevous with OM. This after telling me in the email that it was finally over(for the 5th time). That was the boundary that was crossed. And I didn't even realize I had put it there until she crossed it.


Me:61
W:60
M: 26
No kids
ILYBININLWY AUG 10
S: 5/20/11
D filed 6/23/2011