Which is how I see it.
Some of you may remember me as the silly fool who, after her DH went and paid for 2 private, fully naked lapdances while out one Fri night with another colleague, took the decision to shag her arse of a husband to the death. Probably in a bid to show him that I could do that plus, after reading up about it, was certainly undergoing hysterical bonding.
Just for detail, Iater found out that these private dances lasted for well over one hour and a half and were in the privacy of a booth.
It cost him near on £500 for the 'pleasure'.
I cannot discuss that element any more as it just sickens me so much it is destroying my health. Please don't ask me for further details.
Right now, I can't bear to look at him like that. We are not making love.
He is nothing but apologetic. Says all the right things. I know he means them.
But I cannot look at him in the same way anymore. I feel like he's betrayed me so very badly and, rightly or wrongly, I feel as bad as if it was a short affair.
I feel horribly sad now. Just sad. I have little hatred left to throw at him.
My life feels like it left my stomach some time ago.
I don't really want feedback about how I should LTB. I want to somehow get back to where we were.
But I'm finding it awfully difficult.
This only happened 3 weeks ago.
Can time heal?
Xx