Fate is a fickle bitch who dotes on irony.
If I knew then what I know now. I would have run the first time I met wh. Him cheating...it was inevitable. The more I look back..I realize all the red flags and signs of his weak character and lack of integrity. I see how he has disrespected me repeatedly over the 20yrs I have known him. How he has been a hypocrite and held me to a certain standard but not himself. His boundaries are a joke. I read this somewhere...
" a weak man is only as faithful as his options"
That sums it up in a nutshell. He is a dry drunk and a dry cheater. If he's not obsessing about one thing its another.
He continues to do even the smallest stupidest things even after I tell them how much they trigger me. Doesn't matter how innocent they seem or maybe. All the lies...the repeated betrayals and disrespect of me as a woman let alone as his wife and mother of his kids. Yet he is magically changed! LOFL....people in my real life lecture me on how they are tired of my sad sack face. Well, shit im so sorry im not good at being fake. People who live in glass houses shouldn't throw stones.
I guess this is a vent. Not asking for advice. Im NOT NEW to this.
I flip between anger and sadness at the drop of a hat. I sneak off to cry. Sit in a parking lot at the grocery store....and just cry. I get a text asking whats talking so long???
Life's a bitch and then you die...well fuck! I wish id die already.
Wh-lying, cheater now 37
Me- crazy bs now 38
2 teens and a dog
Mow- married old whore now 50
1st D-day EA w/mow our realtor 4-?-2007, 2nd D-day PA w/ same mow 5-29-2010