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.
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.
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.
Never forget what is worth remembering or remember what is best forgotten.
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.
I'll start: FUCK FUCK FUCK!
Everyone else's turn now. Libby, you start.
The best thing about hitting rock bottom is that everything after that looks fucking fabulous!
At times I burn my own ears.
I love this
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)]
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.