Well, my wife's out again tonight with "friends from work". She was very evasive when I asked where she was going... "somebody's" birthday... "you don't know all the people I work with."
She called about two hours ago to say she had decided to stay out with her friends for dinner, but it was taking a long time because "it was hard to find a waiter..." (in a restaurant!!).
I know what she's up to, obviously. The sad part is she told our son before she left that she'd be home in time to read him a bedtime story... her choices made; her promises broken. SIGH.
I'll act cool when she comes in... if I'm still awake... but I ain't waiting up for her anymore!
I think the hardest part of this whole thing is the sense of betrayal... this is the person I shared everything with, trusted more than anyone else in the world, and all I get for the last several months is lie upon lie upon lie.
