JAG, I also found letters my H wrote thinking of her, and I also wish I never had, how much affection and attachment to that whore, I trembled as I read them, I occasionally remember sentences (I ripped the letters to stop myself from reading them over again)... I have stop altogether, dont' want to know anymore either.

We'll go through this road supporting each other, this is new territory to cover, I feel like I'm entering a dark fog, not knowing what is really going to happen nor what's at the end. Let's believe that by the END of the year we've reached that goal we seek. We'll take it one day at a time, I will keep you in my prayers, only God has given me sanity this past months.

I like what you wrote one day, I was looking up your sitch:
"..that I could never be "heroin" to my W again (we're not going to have that powerful first love chemical reaction in our brains again) but that I could work on making coming home less like "eating nails" and more like apple pie. Comfortable, pleasing, and warm." my H also would've described home that way! (nails) and I keep freeting that he'll never had that head-over-heels love for me that he had at the beginning. This is a new road, a different kind of love, more mature.

You are still new to this thing, it's been barely 3mths since you've been thrown into this torment, so I can see how your W isnt ready, I can remember 3mths after my H left, he barely looked me in the eye and still had a lawyer, he was still in the anger stage.

So hang in there, she needs time.



Be not afraid...I will repay you for the years the locusts have eaten Joel2

30something
2kids
survivor of S, MLC, A, D
I have peace in my heart, at last.