The stupidity in me, how gullible I am, how I love a man that clearly I am not good enough for, how I sit here night after night looking out the window hoping the next car or phone call will be God bringing my husband back home, how blind I am, or was it the encredible weak emotional mess I am?????? I keep hanging on this crumb of hope that my husband will wake up and come home.... I am pathetic... I was awake until 4:30 crying uncontrollably, asking God "why not me?", feeling sorry for myself I guess you would call this.
I left him a v/m on Thursday telling him to get his item out of the house, that I can not deal with having to look at his stuff every day while he is with someone else. He called Friday says " I am not with ANYONE ELSE, I did not appriciate that v/m last night." We were interupted he said he'd call me back, that he loved me. Have not heard a word since and it's Monday.....
I HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE THIS ................