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I don't swear. At all. But, since Dday, my favorite work is the eff word.

I compare my H's infidelity to a car accident. Thinking, F**K! Did that just really happen?? Aw man, yes THAT happened!! Sometimes, I think it's a nightmare. At other times, I'm driving, thinking everything's cool, then F**k! Yes, he did sleep with those OW.

Acceptance today. Today I will practice acceptance.

Anyone else??

Yes, I've been using f#<{ a lot. As an adjective, noun, verb, pronoun...

Before my WH#2's A I never ever said a harsh word to him or about him. When my friends would complain about their husbands I always felt so fortunate to have my WH#2 and often spoke of what a great guy he was. I used to tell people he called me his princess and treated me like one. Then when DDay#1 happened I was devastated and humilated. Since that time, I can no longer bring myself to tell him he is this wonderful guy I thought he was. I find myself saying FU under my breath and sometimes out loud. I shoot him the finger when he isn't looking (very immature, I know, but it makes me feel better). I was just thinking about how this has so negatively affected my life and my thinking. There are days I am very bitter and I have never been a bitter person or one that could not forgive. I even forgave my XWH#1 a few years after the D, not to his face, but in my own mind because he wasn't worth my time to hate or think about anymore. I hope with time to eventually get to a place of forgiveness with WH#2. (((HUGS)))

YES!!! I totally get this. I had a fondness for the word prior but it has taken on new meaning. F***ING Grand Cayman F***ING Ritz Carlton F***ING F***ING F***ING. Yeah, and I am pissed that they have RUINED some perfectly wonderful spots for me.

And of F***ING Orange!!! I have a great orange dress that I wore one night to an event where the OW was then 3 days later to another event she wore and orange dress and I actually said to her "Good thing I didn't wear my orange dress tonight we would look like twins" FML I hate her. F*** F*** F***

I am so scared that I will be driving my stepkids around one day and just blurt out F*** HIM A**HOLE. Sigh.

Welcome to my "New Eff'in Normal"...

Mr. Happy, my Husband had a girlfriend for 6+ years! He willingly brought his love/lust/kindness to it and shared our lives with Whorestein... his little froggy slunt!

Now there is a shit sandwich if there ever was one!

Let me just take a big ol' bite of the shit sandwich that Mr. Happy personally made for me every day for the rest of my life!

Eff, eff, effity, EFF!

Sadly, I get it.

Hey libertyrocks, when you can say that without flinching then you know that the scars from choaking down that 'New Normal' will begin to heal over.

Feel Better. 'Cuz you know you cannot change the past and your WH cannot un-eff the whores.

But the two of you can work towards a better, brighter future.

Me Too!!!

One of the emails I sent to my wh was so full of "f" this and "F" that I think he wanted to wash my mouth out with soap!

Somedays no other word will work! My vocabulary changed alot when I found out about chickie.

Come on, y'all. This is a thread about the word, and nobody spells it out in full?

I'll start: FUCK FUCK FUCK!

Everyone else's turn now. Libby, you start.

Fuck, pass, alright! LOL.

I had a whole converstation saying fuck every other word on Dday. It felt so good to let it out. Fuck. It's funny how there's so many ways to use it and say it.

Since the A my metaphors hav been alot more colorful, At times I burn my own ears.

At times I burn my own ears.

I love this

Sometimes I watch this video, just to get a little zing every time I hear them use the 'F' word...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FvPbxZmZxZ8

ETA: Though I get triggered by two of the stick figures... Seriously, and I think I'm nuts.

[This message edited by silverhopes at 11:46 PM, June 6th (Thursday)]

We used to have a no swearing policy in our house our boys instituted when they were young because mom & dad had potty mouth. At the time, we would put a dollar in the jar every time we swore and if the boys swore we would take a dollar out. (The boys never swore).The money was theirs to spend. What an eye opener. If I had any idea how much we swore or how hard a habit it was going to be to break, I might have opted for a quarter instead of a dollar. Those boys were able to by quite a few D&D books in a short period of time. But... It worked. I stopped swearing after being made aware of when we were doing it by our ever vigilant boys. WH decided it was worth a dollar each time to continue swearing.

Anyway, years later, post D-Day, I started swearing like a sailor again. I explained to the boys that mommy was under a lot of stress because daddy was a m0+h€r f-ing a-hole and she needed to swear to relieve the stress so they were just going to have to give her a break for awhile. I did, eventually, manage to get my swearing under control again, not completely though. I'm still working on it.

I let out an amazing string of expletives about 30 minutes long the other night. I got in the shower and started screaming up a bloody storm. So much so that my dog got scared and ran to a different room - oops!