This is an oldie but a goodie. My H left me a note on the kitchen table that he needed to get away for a while, that he loved me and loved the kids and wanted to have a family again...we found it when we got back from our spring break trip to visit HIS parents. He was too busy with work to go....No, he went to the Bahamas with OW.
When he got home...he told me all about the trip and how awful it was, the crappy little cabin they stayed in, how much OW drinks, how angry she can get....
They're planning a wedding.
Each experience in life has formed me, become part of me, made me stronger.
