It’s nearly one year since d day. It seems like a lifetime yet it also seems like it happened yesterday.
He had a 9 month affair, confessed, I kicked him out initially but we’ve been working at reconciliation and in the last couple of months has moved back in.
It’s hard. Really fucking hard. Some days are great and due to the counselling we’ve had we communicate better than we have for years. Sex is great. The kids are happy. I wouldn’t say I’m happy but I’m not unhappy either.
But then some days like today it all gets too much. Something triggers me and my world comes crashing down and I get upset. I’m finding it hard to let go of the hurt he caused. I’m finding it hard to forgive.
I don’t really know what I want from this post except a bit of support that I’m not mad. That I’m not awful for not trusting him or having forgotten it yet.
I have loads of friends but find it difficult to talk to them and sometimes it’s just nice to speak to others who truly get it and who have been through it.