Well, has any of the sitchs helped? How are you holding up?
Mine was about my H who asked me one night if I was having an A. I told him yes. He left, stayed away two nights then came back and said he wanted a D. So, I did not say anything - went out to get every book written. Then told him I didn't want to get D. He never wanted to talk about it. I eventually moved out - did the quick claim deed to the house after we agreed on a dollar amt. Then I found out he was having an A the whole time as well. The Op on his part moved into the house with him. I had left a few things there, my parents went to get them. They said he had a gun in the back of his pants. Both of my parents are lawyers...so that didn't go over too well. He got rid of the gun...my parents got my things etc. My mother handled my end of the D. When we got D he had to bring over the papers to my parents law firm, he tells them what I did, but fails to mention what he did. We have crossed paths several times and his look is so peevished.
Bottom line, we still love each other, it didn't work out, we each went our seperate ways, memories are there, but I do like my freedom. I can stand on my own. My motto is one of: I wish him well...I forgave myself, then I forgave him. Will I ever marry again? I don't know. Maybe, maybe not. Tis far better to loved and lost, than never to have loved at all...no resentments, no anger, just me. I had an A and a WAS. Double-bind. But I am fine.
