I thank you for reading, all the emotions are raw from my heart to the keyboard.
I am better, I just have to reinforce the "It is over".
It is over.
I am glad that people are taking some things from this.
There is road for you and for all of us.
The heart is strong, we have no control over it.
It points and we go.
We have no choice as people.
Whatever your situation, I hope you can gleam some retrospective footpath for where you want to be.
Wow. Thanks for responding. You are a strong man and you are going to do great. I cannot imagine the pain and hurt you've been through....I hope I come out the other end half as strong as you, right now I feel I so guilty that I can never mend what I did. I just hope he truly realizes that I never meant to hurt him and that I want us to be together...I don't think I would survive otherwise.
The only way to heal from anything when it comes to emotions is to tell all.
Truth is the only thing that matters and all the truth you can muster to tell.
Never let the other think there is more truth that is un-said.
Hurt happens when truth is told.
Hurt continues with un-spoken words.
To amputate an arm, do you cut off one finger at a time?
No, you tell all like a band-aid ripped from you back-side.
Otherwise, it is splinter, no matter how small, embedded deep in a wound that will never close.
Hmmmm....very deep indeed.....I'm wondering....are you speaking from experience, or assuming that I haven't been telling the truth? I'm not judging, but I want you (and I guess everyone) to know I've told the whole truth....I hate what I did...realize it could be worse, but it's bad enough....
Had a very difficult, guilt-full day yesterday but today seems to be better. Who knows what tomorrow will bring...
OOPS!!! Not trying to turn this into being about me....sorry!!!
After the incident at Sam's club, I have no wish to look at her.
I look down when I speak to her, she is no longer my wife.
She has moved on with a new man.
I remind myself of this to keep my perspective.
Ladies, picture a baseball hit out into center field, a an outfielder runs to catch it, at the last minute something gets into his eye and he looses track of the ball. His glove moves at the last instant and the ball breaks the shadow of the sun. A whish of air, he sees the stitching, too late to react, the ball impacts his brow making a sickening wet leather slap against his forehead.
This is how I feel.
I must keep moving, I most forget, I must never look back, something is gaining on me.
Just remember that you need to take care of YOU.... and the kids.... What she has done is done and all you can do is move forward. I know, easier said than done. You will have good days and bad. Soon, hopefully, the good will outweigh the bad.
One of the things that has helped me in my grieving process HAS been to reach out to others. I have been volunteering lately and LOVE it. Try it. It will take the concentration off of you and your problems. I recommend this to anyone.
I read somewhere..."the way you gain happiness is through serving others."