I read your blogs, nearly all of you speak of that dreadful D-day, the pain, suffering, shock, and rage you experience. You speak of the tears, tantrums and “T-Truths. I long to be in your shoes. I long for a D-day, I wish I could have the tears and T-Truths.
Instead, I am handed denials, the shock I get in my relationship is shock from H, how could I think such a thing of him?! I get the standard Wayward spouse response, “I wish I could get it up as much as you think of me”, with laughter, fake laughter. I get the ” What happened to you, when did you become so insecure?” All the other gas-lighting lies that Wayward spouses spout.
As I’ve shared often, my H is a golden-child, one who got away with anything and everything. Me? I’m still handing him “Golden-Child Land”.
Courtesy of – Me, the BS.
Please, readers, if you could hear my tone you would know I’m not whining. “Poor, Poor, Pitiful Me” Its a joke for crying out loud.