Bugger
3 large glasses of wine...ok so a whole bottle, in an hour or so and lost it. Dont panic, made myself sick so most of it went down the loo as I dont want to be the pissed arsehole. Its like I wanted to drink it but not to feel it iykwim.
Its a year to the day when the first text was on the secret phone and I am really losing it.
I am angry, upset and I hate him. I loathe him. She can fucking have him.
My main regret is that her poor OH doesnt have a clue! Well he did suspect something in January according to the texts "Cant talk/text, X is here and being funny" "Did you text? X said he found my phone when I lost it and has been really funny with me" etc. So I think he read their texts but in Jan they were a bit dodgy but not as overtly "lets meet for sex" as they were before last Xmas and during this Spring.
Probably just as well I dont know who he is as I would have a weak moment and tell him what happened and make everything worse.
Why am I bothering with counselling when I cant stand him? I dont wear my rings, I dont want to wear them! I can barely look at him. I go through the motions for the sake of the family, but to me, he is dead.
Feel free to ignore, dont do the old "couldnt read and run", just dont. I just need to rant!
PS for anyone thinking WTF? I posted as "wtfdoido" originally. Feel free to search.