I push my fingers into my eyes. It's the only way to slowly stop the ache. But it's made of all the things I have to take. Jesus, it never ends, it pushes its way inside. If this pain goes on, I'm not going to make it!
We talked again lastnight. I tried to let her know how much it hurt that she went to see him. She still thinks it is no big deal but to me it was like another affair. I hope she understands what I need and is willing to make an effort. Time will tell. I need to know that it is over. I need to know that she will not try to contact him.
posted by Broken Hubby @ 7:34 PM
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Born in Chaska Minnesota, the youngest son of an engineer turned Methodist Minister. Relocated to the east coast at an early age. Have a beautiful wife and three sons, one from a previous marriage.
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