I am so sad. I am surrounded by used, gross tissues right now. Which I guess is more productive than the anger and hatred I felt earlier. Not that this is a great state to be in, but at least I don't feel like pulling a Bobett move. I'm like a roller coaster - up and down, up and down.
I feel so empty right now. OK, we have had some problems lately, and we haven't had any passion...but we use to be so good. Where did it go and why can't we get it back???
Tonight, I almost forgot. Our last night we watched Bedtime Stories with the kids, made popcorn and all laughed. He actually said "goodnight honey" to me. I guess he forgot too.
For all the pain we've been through, I really feel like I am losing my best friend.
I would have tried...I really wanted to go to counsiling. I really wanted to figure out how we could break through this lack of communication and initimacy that shrowded our lives in the past few years. But by the time he said he was unhappy to me, it was over. He was already with her. He had no intention to fix the marriage. He just wanted out.
I say shame on you.. Shame on all of you for easily stating to move on...that we were in a loveless marriage and of coarse he left.
It shouldn't be this easy. He should not be able just to walk out of 12 years of marriage. And most of them we good years. He shouldn't be able to walk out without giving us one last try... a real try.
I keep going over in my head what I could have said or done differently. But I know there is nothing.
I see this as a lack of communication...he sees this as a lack of initimacy...Why don't we have passionate sex? Why don't we talk? I don't talk because you don't give me great sex...We'll I can't organism because we don't talk...
I just want to scream...it's not fair. My whole world is upside down because of semantics.
And around and around we go. Someone should have stopped us and made us take a good look. We really did want the same things...just approached it differently which made it seem different. But he can't even talk to me now. Or hasn't been able to since this started. I actually over heard he say to a friend that he can't trust anything I say, that I'm just putting on an act of being sad because I don't want the stigmatism of a divorcee. That I would do anything at this point just to keep his around for the sake of the family, but not because I want him.
Anything that makes it easier to walk out the door, I guess. If I really wanted him, then it would make him a bad person for cheating on me.
But I am really losing my best friend. We were suppose to be in this together. He was suppose to believe in us, even when I was going through periods of depression and stress.
I will take the blame for my fair share of all blame. But this is not fair.
And I hate myself because after all that has happened (affair and all), I think I would take him back. I know I should want rip his *EDIT* eyes out. But I know if I had just said I love you that fated weekend, perhaps this would have never happened.
But the thing is, I am not sad that it did happen. I am going to therapy now and feel like I might conquer the problems I had. I really don't want to be in a passionateless marriage, I was just to deep to try to get out so I gave up trying.
Well, the Tylenol PM and red wine are taking it's affect. And I have done my venting.
Good night all.
Christine
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