I am starting to write it, and I guess I'll post it here.
I am so sick of this. I ran home because I needed a book of checks and my meds that I forgot this morning. and I gave myself a huge push to being really pissed off. I knew I knew where H kept his love letters and emails. oh yeah. pulled out as many as I thought he wouldnt miss from the box hidden in the closet in the computer room, read just a few. the last one I've read so far is dated Dec. 20 and whe sent it to him at home. OUR computer!!!!! I figured that's what was going on. He cant wait for her to email him his christmas present. I think I'm going to puke. then I pulled a love letter out of a card, she's so sorry he had to take another beating for them the night before. I havent even read the rest. I am curious to know what the last date is. I pulled them off the top of the box hoping to get a clue.
why do I keep letting him put me through this???????????????
what is wrong with me that I am so weak and spineless that I put up with this?????
