H continues to text me about some repairs he has to make at a condo we own. it's the same one he invited me to go to so i guess he's there now. his son lives in the same town.
i think we, as women, try so hard to be what our H's need. i see some on here so depressed at not measuring up to what their H's require. they accept the negative evaluations given by these H's. i did, too.
all i can say to them is this: accept responsibility for what you know you could have been better at. however, it's not your responsibility to make someone happy. don't let them blame their unhappiness on you.
little by little, like a slow errosion, they chip away at our self esteem, blaming us for not being everything they want, changing that definition whenever it suits them.
know you are good. know you are worthy of love and respect. know you are not to blame for their unhappiness.
M:63 H:53 S:41, SS:28, SS:25, SD:23 M:15 T:16
Bomb:12/17/11, "I think we should go our separate ways." H moves to his mother's house, 4/1/12 12/21/12: H moves back home, piecing