I was a train wreck when I told them. I was being bombarded with questions that could only be answered with the truth. They were treating me as if I was nuts to throw away a perfectly good marriage with such a jem of a H and how unfair I was being to our children and H. They were treating me as if I needed a psychiatrist. So, yes it was me who spilled the beans, but I don't see how I paint H so negatively nor dishonestly. He handed my parents that can-opener. My parents were mortified to see him so distraught.
Yes, resentment is the toxin of my life. I'm not sure how to rid myself of it. I'm tired of living this way. I try to wake up and see beauty and how fortunate I am on a daily basis. There are definitely demons in my head and I want them out.
My H is one of the most respectful people I know. The only boundary we seem to differ on, outside the bedroom, is his brother. We have more arguements over his brother's actions than our sex life! In fact, we argued over him last night. He is very defensive when it comes to his older brother, who happens to be his only family around here. H seems to justify anything his brother does. If I mention to H that something he's said or done has offended me, he justifies it or he says he'll address it with him. In the past, I used to address these things myself, but that only led to shouting matches.
