Anyways, there is prob more to it, and frankly, I dont' want to care anymore, I will never know everything and it is prob better that way (I know too much)
I undertand your feeling about not wanting to know too much, and that makes sense.... but sometimes I wonder if I imagine things being much worse than they really were. I do kind of feel like there's this layer of secrecy between me and my husband. There's this thing that happened, it's ugly and I'm just not sure what it is. Even though I don't know, I still create the picture of it.
One thing. I never saw OW. I could have but my therapist talked me out of it because she said then I'd have a "picture" of them together. Well... I still have a picture! It may not be accurate or real, but I just fill in the blanks.
There is no arriving, ever. It is all a continual becoming.
