I just posted in the General Forum and realized my DDay was yesterday of last year. Until a few minutes ago, I kept thinking it was next week. What is that about? I can remember how I found out, the texts she sent, the movie my FWH and I were watching when he received them, the gut wrenching feeling I got as I read them, the lies he told to try and cover their butts, every last horrid detail. So why did I not realize that yesterday was the day my supposedly happy life came to a screeching halt?
I don't think this is a result of healing or forgiveness because the anger, fear, and hurt are very much a part of me. I just want to curl up in a ball and cry right now. I hate hate hate all of this crap my FWH brought onto us. Right now, I really hate that I still love him.
Married 5 yrs; Together 10 yrs
Limbo 1 month
False R 2 months.
Status: Divorce on hold