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I was listening to my friend's dad explain to her niece about why she was so upset that her husband had cheated.

He said it's like someone stole your old car. It is finally found, looks the same on the outside, maybe a scratch here or there. The thief used it, took joy rides but didn't care for it the way she did. Although she has it back, it is in worse condition than before it was stolen. So she's not as happy to have it back as much as she is still angry it was stolen. She may have really loved it before but now she can see all of the flaws and not sure it's worth the money to fix. Driving it no longer feels the same nor gives the same joy. He told her you have to decide to restore it back to a thing of beauty or send to the junk yard.

Silly I know, but is it really that simple? I do feel my WS is in worse condition than before his a with the added guilt, shame, remorse and disgust he has for himself. Am I really angry because ow used something of value to me without my permission?

I know I don't own him, but he is MY husband. The crazy thing is he would have never lent her my car without my permission.

I've never shared this but I guess I will now because what you wrote reminded me of it so much.

I wrote this and many other hurt filled things during my husband's last debacle. It started all rhymy poetic and by the time I was at the end, I was just ranting.

Someday the pain might fade away

Ill forget what closed my wings for you

Someday I might be unreserved

Stupid things won't hit a nerve and my heart won't be shy

But for now, I hide away

My dreams are filled with ache and pain

My thoughts swim in darker places

I try and I'll keep trying

Ill keep waiting for someday

Ill look for it and hunt for it

But the fear of thinking its time and having it all just wash away is too hard for today to be someday

Every secret embrace

Every word not said to my face

Every secret that wasn't mine

They lurk in every corner of my mind

So impossibly betrayed

How do I make it fade away into someday?

My pain can cloud over a new start

Every beat of my heart has been wasted with all the pearls I've cast before swine

Pigs running in shit while wearing necklaces loaded with pearls I've thrown before them

I'm here to be the angel who loves and helps

Life has shown me there is little value in any of it but I cannot stop being who I am, regardless

Now I am me through tear veiled eyes

Any joy in loving and helping is so tainted, it hardly seems like joy at all

Instead of big and open, I feel small and crushed but I still know I'm big and open...just none of the beauty of it

Evil walks away wearing my jewels, covered in shit and calling me weak, having thought they've stolen everything that was mine

My sacred things

I have no sacred things despite them being wiped off on a sleeve and re-presented to me as mine

A shining gift given in love, most treasured

Taken and given to other people like its something to share

Given back covered in lies and dirt but I clean it up and love it with everything in me, ignoring all the scratches and dings caused by careless hands

It's precious to me

I love it so...

Then taken again...sneaked out and a fake put in its place so while I know something is incredibly not right about it, I don't realize it's gone

Someone else using it, loving it and calling it 'theirs'

It's finally brought back to me

It's in tatters

All but destroyed

'But it's all yours! It's special for you!'

All mine...so special

Sacred

Mine

As a classic car owner I love the comparison. It hit it exactly.

Have worked hard over the past 2.5 yrs on the restoration and it has been worth it!

I love this comparison. I will be using it myself.