Category: Life and Marriage- Do I stay or Do I leave/

Dear Sleeza LI,

 

Dear Whorie LoR

 

My niece just had a baby. Gosh, remember your first? You just knew that no other mother on this earth could love her child as much as you love yours. Nobody told me I was going to fall in love like this, all I wanted to do was hold her every minute of the day. I couldn’t put her down.

Three years ago my niece got married. She was married eleven months when she divorced her husband. You’ll never believe why; He was accusing her of having an affair, and he would not leave her alone about it. In fact, he was so crazy, so out of control, he called the wife of the OM and told her that his wife was having an affair with her husband.

My niece was infuriated and “embarrassed” She called my sister (her mother) and told her that she has tried, she didn’t want marriage counsel and didn’t even want individual counsel, she was done working at this marriage. Her then H had ruined their relationship with his accusations. In fact, the terrible man she was married to nearly collapsed the relationship of the man he accused her of banging.

My niece just had a baby….. guess who the daddy is?

No mention has been made of the ex-husband, except we now have more dirt about him. He was oh, abusive emotionally, he forced himself on her, all the Bull Crap that gets spouted when someone must excuse themselves from their banging another than their spouse.

The wife of that make-believe affair? They are almost legally divorced. She now has two small children, and those small children have a new baby sister.

When this first happened and my sister was telling me all these terrible things that her (now) ex-son-in-law would do while accusing her daughter, it was me. I did every single one of those “terrible things”.  Of course, I knew the truth, but what am going to say? Your daughter is a heart-breaking, cheating, NEWLYWED…… yeah, see what I mean?

She is a beautiful baby though.

 

Where is that laughing out loud, hysterically, tears running down the face emoji? You all know what I mean!

I’m going to blog about that this week, it will be here, in my “assigned spot” soon. But, for now… I want to say something about HB = Hysterical Bonding…

 

What. The Hell. !!

The best sex, we are talking uninhibited sex, and you ALL know what I’m saying because I’ve read your blogs! This is gross, exciting and insane stuff!

but what’s the answer?

 

Friends, what do you think of this?

 

I had the strangest dream early this morning. Often I wake a 3 am, in dreaded anticipation of that 4:15 alarm that goes off, reminding me I have a scheduled date with my daughters, boot camp. When I wake at that time and allow myself to drift off to light sleep, often I have strange dreams. I thought I’d share this one because I find it quite telling.

My husband and I were standing atop a bridge and beneath us was a river, a river that we were to jump into and swim downstream to get to wherever we were going. We had been discussing how we were going to do this, as usual, I came into this dream smack in the middle of whatever was happening.

He stood to the right of me, took off his socks and shoes and jumped. I knew I had to go; suddenly my oldest daughter was standing to the left of me, I said something about needing to go. I picked up a shovel to my right that we needed for some reason and tossed it into the river. The water was clear, and I could see the shovel landed straight up. Worrying about other people getting hurt on that shovel, I quickly jumped in so that I could retrieve it.

Before I jumped, I said something to her about moving fast; we need to get going, I was terribly concerned, no, terrified of someone hurting themselves, and it would be my fault.

I jumped.

I landed in water that was ankle deep now, and I was not the least, hurt. As dreams often change, the water was now to my chest, and cold. I had to put my head under in order to retrieve the shovel, and I did so. When I came back up for air, with the shovel in hand, I opened my eyes after taking a breath of air, only to have a bridge before me and several behind; my daughter was no longer my daughter, but now my sister. I yelled to my sister to jump; she could not hear me because my voice was worn and gravely.

When I looked to my right, there was a man and his family ( his family was NOT with him, but I knew he was with family ) H was in a canoe, headed toward me. He appeared to be busily looking for something, nervously searching. He had one of those wide-brimmed, straw hats on his head, and he moved as if concerned almost fearing what he was searching for would not be there. Calling again to my sister who was no longer there, I turned to look behind me, and it appeared the same as what was before me.

What?

Now, both directions had a bridge every 50 feet or so, and there were suddenly several boats drifting on the water.

Where was my husband?

I began to panic.. ( In real life I have an awful fear of being lost, not just out in the woods lost)

In my dream, I said to myself: “go figure, even in my dream my H tries to put distance between us so that he can find time to text or call)

I stood in that river looking North, looking South and could not remember which way I was supposed to begin walking in that cold water.

I decided to myself ” even though this is just a dream, it’s a sign. I’m going to …..

The backup alarm went off.

 

 

 

Betrayed

Misled

Broken

Former

Let down

Abandoned

Let down

Deceived

Forsaken

 

 

Dear Betrayed, Misled, Broken, Let Down, Abandoned, Deceived, and Forsaken Spouse, Significant Other, Better Half,

 

You know those times when you’re  re-thinking, for the zillionth time an incident that your Wayward, Delinquent, Uncompliant, Headstrong, Incorrigible, Immoral, Self-Indulgent, Fickle, Aberrant …. Uh  other half  has said, or done to murder your self-respect , and you become enraged?!

 

This is where I’ve been these past few days.

 

I’ve been re-thinking my last text session to OW2 and her Newly Married H. I will find the link for those posts, tomorrow, for now, I want to put this before you to see what your thoughts are.

 

You see, during the time I was “harassing” her and the man to whom she is newly  married, I always would leave the impression she was banging my Boyfriend, never Husband. The why’s will be explained in my links, but mostly because she/they ( Her newly married H) live in their home near us Full-Time. Until we retire, we live in the home close to theirs, very part-time. So because that home is empty, I fear to give too much info. What an Effed up situation, Thank you dumb, horny ass, can’t control himself Husband.

 

So, because I refer to myself as a Girl Friend, I figure even though she will know, her H will not, hopefully.

 

Whats the point, Newlease, you ask.  Well…. When she wrote that last text, the one she called me a crazy, but poor woman who allows her HUSBAND—yes, HUSBAND,  read the words HUSBAND,  to treat me, the poor, crazy, possibly drug addicted (her words) woman. like shit. Have some self-worth, she said. Your Husband doesn’t love you, you’re a joke.

I ask you, I ask me, why did she use the word HUSBAND,?

 

Many Times?

 

Because she is banging my husband. Because she didn’t think..

This ^^^^^^This right here is the very crappy proof I get but isn’t good enough to be used as proof.

 

There.It.Is.

We had our ring fingers tattooed for our 20th Anniversary. Long story why that is a big deal for him, I’ll tell you eventually. I would wear the original one he gave me over that tattoo, meant for just us.

I took that original, gold diamond ring off and have yet to put it back on.  He hasn’t noticed.

This time, I don’t care.

Tell me Betrayed Spouses, what do you think?

I’ve found something from reading our like blogs, I find it rather interesting.  If I were a therapist, even an author, I believe I would get to work and begin some sort of study.

Nearly every blog I’ve read thus far begin at three years out. 

Why?

What happens at three years that cause us to begin blogging?

I’ve also noticed every blog speaks of the pain, sadness, humiliation mostly in the past.

The blogs begin with a newfound rage and question: Why am I still effing here!!!!!!!

Good morning, all.

The hows are hard to explain, it started with those gut feelings and then really, I opened my eyes. Sorry, Dear H, I’ve been raising those kids of OURS, taking them to youth groups, soccer practices, away soccer games. You know, all the crap you missed because I would encourage you to go away to do all those things you love, fishing, scuba diving, working out. I would encourage you because you were so uptight, stressed, and well, YOU MADE US MISERABLE.

So yes, I benefited from you being gone. It was a win win.

My H WAS a big drinker as time grew on, and I was done with him closing his ears and mind to my protests. So, I started praying. I prayed God would do ANYTHING to wake ,my H to what he was doing, ticket, accident, lose money, affair. Yes, I said affair, you know why? I didn’t think he would.

At that time, I believed my H truly loved me, and struggled with alcohol. I believed that if my H had an affair, it would have been a drunk, very drunk incident. I believed he would come crawling back to me. I believed he WOULD NEVER CHEAT.

There, I said it. I suck.

The day it happened I remember thinking to myself; Anything– A-N-Y-T-H-I-N-G , but this, never will I feel ANYTHING like this; the death of a child. I was miserable; I couldn’t move, I couldn’t speak, I hated every single person who smiled. I hated every single person who called, sent a card, brought food. In fact, I refused to answer the phone or the door.

Have I talked about this before? I can’t remember.

One friend, in fact, I’m not sure she was a friend, she was a work acquaintance. She was bold, loud, and dropped surprise attacks, you could be chatting nicely, and suddenly she would throw a zinger remark, and you would wonder, What the Hell?! Red hair, blood red, in that ringlet curly bob style (1993), God I wanted that hair.

Everyone was leaving these whiny, sad, droning messages on the machine, “oh how sad; I’m so sorry, please call…” To be fair, it’s nice,  I know. I just was pissed, and this wasn’t supposed to happen. Her message: ” Man, your days must be Fucked Up. I’m sorry, let’s drink.”

 

I thought: “That’s it! Thank you Kaarin, My days are Fucked up!” Seriously, I will never forget how much better I felt. I didn’t want to talk to these other people; I ended up trying to make them feel better, It made me feel pressured to be a good Christian lady and claim God knows what He is doing, I trust Him.

I think about that time of my life and how I thought I’d never get past that pain. It’s 25 years later, and I remember the process of it all… Going in to have a baby and leaving without anything in my hand but my purse. “How could he have died? He looks so perfect”; I thought as they took his lifeless body back from me. Even though he never took a breath and was born lifeless, they hand him to me to hold and name him, encouraged me to acknowledge that I did have a baby boy, I thought that was a strange statement. I didn’t know that people just don’t know how to deal with Stillborn deaths, do I mention she had a baby, do I forget she was pregnant?

Weeks, months move forward, and although I never forget, I don’t think daily about that part of life. I had children after; life kept happening.

So why now, why this? Why can’t I  get out of my head what I know, what he won’t admit, Hell… why can’t I get out of my head WHAT I DON’T KNOW that he won’t admit. Maybe that’s what I should be saying. Why now do I still think at least three or……. seven times a day do I think about this? Why does this feel the same if not worse as time goes on?

<Insert here ~ string of curse words that have I’ve become quite fluent in these past three years>

 

Be Well

 

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.

 

Be Well,

 

Dear Friends,

 

I must apologize, I’ve received several e-mails regarding my last post, and apparently, I owe an apology.

The dramatic good-byes, were simply ME, displaying what I felt would look like him, saying good-bye, good-bye to his good-boy image.

 

You know, he is one of several who have created a “good-boy, clean and fresh” image in the Public Eye. The one who so many admire, nearly serve, because He is so good, loving and pure.

 

So really, those good-byes were him, saying goodbye.

Goodbye

Perfect Man

Loving Man

Promise Keeping

Christian Man.

 

Enjoy the Sunday tomorrow

 

Church, Super bowl, FOOD! :)\