The trickle truth began one year ago today. She went out with a friend and came home sick from binge drinking. She knew I didn't approve of going out with this "friend" (married girl that liked to run around), but promised it was only dinner and made her promise not to go to the girls favorite dive bar. Yep, 1am, came stumbling home, from this bar. I'm not even sure who brought her home, says this friend, but who knows...
Needless to say a lot of old memories, thoughts, and feelings are rising up. Guess what she's doing tonight....going out with a friend...dinner and a show. At least it's a different friend.
The past year has been a roller coaster. Mostly good days now. Actually past 4-6 months has been pretty darn good. No major arguments recently and communication has vastly improved. Trust is still being built. My guard is still up though. The trickle truth and her continued antics following D day, still makes me suspicious. Still hurts.
Life is vastly better than a year ago. I think she's a happier person today too. It's a slow process that will just take a long time.
