I have a ton to do, but I just read through everone's posts....I have so much to think about and digest and will need to re-read them. But I want to make one thing VERY clear. I DID grovel when I revealed the affair. I DID fall down on the floor crying. I shook. I rocked back and forth to keep myself somewhat calm at work. I told H I was sorry a million times and that I would make it up to him. If groveling was what he wanted to see, he wanted it for a lot longer than two weeks. Because I was down, and I DO mean down, for about that long.
"Happiness is a butterfly, which, when pursued, is always just beyond your grasp, but which, if you will sit down quietly, may alight upon you."
