Well I've finally reached the point where I can see clearly all the bad things about my H. I still see the good things too, but I guess I'm no longer blinded.
So, this means a time for a change in tactics. Moving out of our apartment didn't work. It's not like he was ever there anyway and frankly I'm sick of living away from my home and my cats.
Early this week I'm moving back into our apartment and I may or may not give him advance warning that if he wants to carry on with OW#2 then he can move out. No more Ms. Nice Guy. No more protecting him and taking the blame.
At the moment it's beautiful weather here in DC so I'm going to sit out on my balcony with a friend and enjoy a glass of wine.
