Just woke up in the middle of the night, and I am in floods of tears.

I think I don't respect my husband one little bit. The fact that he has gone back to being 'friends' with that ugly, lying, betraying, hateful piece of work is the final straw for me. Is she still more important to him than I am? Why is he tormenting me? Why does he even want to see me when he sees that disgusting piece of work? Just the thought of her repels me to the core. She is like a toxic contamination in my life. My photo albums have her pictures in them still, my recipe books have things written in that she made, I feel like moving away from this place as I can't bear the thought of her and my H together, even as 'friends' any more. If I do ever make the decision to move away, it will be becausse my H can't be bothered to see what he has done to our M and our R, and still blames me for all of this.

I don't understand how if it was really only about money (it isn't!) we are not still together right now, pooling our resources and not going through this hell. This IS about H and his "falling in love with the B" I am sorry to say. Does he not respect himself enough to avoid her like the plague? I think it might be my turn to start avoiding HIM like the plague.

And he has the nerve to pull me down continually with his rants and visits, when I am strugggling to just get on with my life.

Livnlearn


"The unexamined life is not worth living" - Socrates