Lin and Whatitis, thank you so much for keeping up with my sitch. There are so many people on this board so I feel honored when anyone takes the time to read my sitch and give me advice.
In my heart I think that my H is here to stay (for now anyway) and he doesn't have the luxury of this board, he is doing this all on his own. He doesn't hit Barnes & Noble every week like I do either. So I have to give him a lot of credit. He is a very smart and sensible man.
I need people to encourage me, to tell me that I am doing the right thing, even if in my heart I know that I am. I guess that is something that has to do with my childhood. My parents NEVER encouraged me. If anything, they (my father mostly) let me know daily how I wasn't good enough. To this day he continues to let me know that EVERY decision I make is a stupid one.
I guess you might conclude that I need my H to tell me that I am OK, too. His involvment with OW tells me that I am definitely NOT ok. Herein lies my problem. Prozac anyone?
But seriously, I KNOW that I am OK. I AM a good person, a good wife, a good mother, a good friend and not to sound conceited, but I beg you to find someone who knows me that thinks otherwise. Therefore, as long as I think I am ok is all that I need....but I sure would like my Dad to say it sometime before he or I dies.......
