Here's a pleasant scenario. Reading to D7 @ bedtime. Get her down and find spouse is gone. Classy. She calls and leaves a message: "I know you don't like it when I leave while you're reading. I'm sorry. I thought tonight would be a better night than tomorrow night".

wow...a better night to leave me trying to comfort a crying child in the dark while I sob silently to myself and try to make sure my tears don't literally fall on her little shoulders? D7 is sad because , as she put it, "I don't exactly know" (she misses her turtle, she's a kid, she's entitiled) and I'm heartbroken that someone could treat me like this. And Sunday we leave for a happy family vacation. Act as if...I think this might take far more strength than I have. Hopefully I will be able to tell myself I did everything possible and then some. But I know me and I fear always feeling like I could/should have tried harder

Sometimes ya just feel like the worlds biggest loser, don't ya? I guess this is one of those times. How sad I am. I am sad to think that someone could say "I'm sorry", not for completely forsaking me but for leaving to be with OW while I read to our child. I'm sorry too. I'm sorry that I have tried for a year and am no closer to resolution than I was. (untrue, she admits wavering but...not enough to give up the tryst) I am sorry that I don't seem to be able to do any more or to make this work. I am sorry that only little rather nasty things get her attention. I am sorry that she is hurting her daughter by hurting me. It's a sorry day.


I have a shovel and I'm not afraid to use it.
Stubby