Yesterday morning, H came into the living room with a shirt in his hand I hadn't seen before. H asked me, "What do you think of this shirt? XXXXXX (the business acquaintance H worked with over the weekend) gave it to me for going door to door." I said it looked nice even though I wasn't used to seeing H in a shirt like it. It wasn't his usual style.
Well, today I was hanging some of H's clothes in his closet when I saw that same shirt, and I lapsed back into "insecure JV" when I saw the brand label -- it was from Old Navy... ....remember? OW works there.
I began crying again and shaking nervously. I started thinking maybe when H got into town from Oregon the other day, he stopped to see OW, and that's how he got that shirt. I mean seriously, H has NEVER brought home a shirt that any friend just gave to him.
I think there is just TOO much of a coincidence there. Maybe H keeps telling me to leave him because he knows that he is doing something to hurt me.
I feel like such a doormat. I want an explanation. I feel like he is continuing to go about his "secret life" when he leaves the house and keeps me here because it's "cheaper to keep her".
JV
Valerie
"I can't change the direction of the wind, but I can adjust my sails to always reach my destination." ~ author unknown
....remember? OW works there.
