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Second thread
Briefly, H had a sexting affair beginning not as I thought in my first thread just after I got pg, but before, so within a couple of months of us getting married and I found out 2 weeks ago today.
And yesterday I hit "Anger". I was angry when I found out, dont get me wrong, but now I am absolutely fucking fuming and I hate him. I hate every fibre of the cheating lying shithead wanker. How fucking dare he wreck our family and my life for the sake of a wank to some dirty text and a picture of a pair of saggy tits? And they are btw, yes I hate her and am being bitchy but my tits ARE better than hers, no question!
When he is smiling and happy, admittedly that is only when he is with the baby or the kids, I want to smash his fucking face in because how dare he be happy? I am so miserable because he has torn my world apart, and he is being happy and he has no right.
When he is unhappy and miserable I want to smash his fucking face in then too because he has no right to sit around feeling sorry for himself when he is the reason all this is happening. I am the only one who has the right to cry and feel sad, not him.
Yes, I do know that the two statements above mean that he cant get it right, but to be quite honest the only thing he could do that would be right by me at the moment is disappear off the face of the fucking planet.
A few days ago I agreed to try counselling to see if it was possible to move past this, and tbh that was mainly for the family and because I want to be able to look back and know that I did atleast try. But now..........I can barely look at him because of this utter rage I have inside me. I literally had to talk myself out of destroying something of his that I happened to be holding when a red mist descended this morning. It was only because it was expensive and I sometimes use it that I didnt! That was what I was telling myself "you'll only have to buy yourself another one, so put it down and calm down". I have never understood the urge to physically attack someone before, but I get it now. I look at him and I want to hurt him so much, I can even imagine myself hitting him and smashing his face in and kicking him and god knows what else.
I would never do it, ever, but it scares me that I can have these overwhelming feelings of hatred and violence. I have never been like that before in my whole life, and heaven knows I have had reason. I was raped when I was much younger, and I never even had those feelings towards my rapist and most would say that they would have been justified if I had. So why do I have them now? I remove myself from the situation and kick the shit out of the bed (v hard wooden one, thankfully!) and pillows etc, and I am 100% sure I will never commit violence against him or anyone else, but as I said, the fact that sometimes I really want to and can imagine it has really scared me.
And I have started smoking again which I am utterly sick at myself for doing. My friend came round and she doesnt smoke either, but found a half smoked pack of 10 in her bag which we joked about that she must have gotten smashed and bought one night. And they were there, so I asked her for them and she gave me a hug, said that he wasnt worth smoking for, and left them with me with the instruction to "think about it, I love you too much for you to die of lung cancer". I cried and then smoked them anyway. In one way they have helped because I can go outside for a fag when I want to fucking kill him, so atleast there is that. Lung cancer v Prison, I dont make things easy do I?
I am such a mess and I hate him. I loathe him. I want him to stop asking me to do this and just fuck off. For ever and ever and ever.