Today was a bad day. It may or may not have been confounded by the fact that I left the house without taking my medication. We took the kids over to my Dad's house for a while. The whole time there, I had to stuff my feelings down and put on a happy face. On the way home, The Mister asked me what I was thinking. So, I started unloading on him. I'm so angry!! I can't believe he sat for months listening to me cry about how deceived I felt (notice the past tense, that's because I thought it was over), he'd look me right in the eye and tell he was sorry and that it was over. But, it wasn't. He'd tell me that I was the only one. But, I wasn't. He'd tell me that he never slept with her. But, he had. Every time I felt like we were starting rebuild trust, something would come along and bring it tumbling back down. He definitely has an up-hill battke ahead of him. I hope I'm not stupid for giving him one last chance.
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