I miss lying beside you at night. It doesn’t feel right. I hate this. Why do things have to be this way? I can’t believe that I am going through this again. This time was supposed to be a time for us now that Yogi had gone away to school. Time to grow closer and focus on each other. I was really looking forward to that. I really miss you. But I am so fucked up by this.I miss lying beside you at night. It doesn’t feel right. I hate this. Why do things have to be this way? I can’t believe that I am going through this again. This time was supposed to be a time for us now that Yogi had gone away to school. Time to grow closer and focus on each other. I was really looking forward to that. I really miss you. But I am so fucked up by this.There is nothing I can do except for be sad. I cannot change any of this. I just wish it would stop hurting.
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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