Going to Seattle today by myself to get away and be with my best girlfriends. I didn't realize how much emotion I'm holding in, and it will be nice to be in their safe, supportive company.
Doing okay this morning. Still feeling the leftovers from last night. Husband and I made love again. It feels like we really need each other for support to get through this. It's a weird dynamic, needing and wanting the very thing you're afraid of and must protect yourself from.
The Beginning of Something Else
On June 1, 2007 I found out my husband and partner of almost two decades had been unfaithful to me since before our marriage, and had been having intercourse with prostitutes for 3 1/2 years. This is what happened next.
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