Over the past several years, I have been "trained" to expect that "second shoe" whenever he is being extremely nice to me. It's a total set-up. I fall for it every time, even when I know it's coming, and then he drops the second shoe. Today, that second shoe dropped once again. I was fully anticipating it but it came with a curve ball. She has been "in country" since he bought the new house - living with him. Furthermore, "she" is both people that I had accused her of being - having at least three different Facebook names when I first discovered all of "them". Of course, he denied it at the time and he was furious that I had offended her by sending her a message to leave my husband alone. He told me that she wasn't the same person. (Can't even express how much it hurt to have my husband defend his "honeys" from his wife of 30 years). I have someone now who can point to that picture (attached to that other name) and say "yes, she is definitely the one who was with him on Saturday night".
In addition, he took her to an event that I "almost" went to - it would have been devastating. God made sure that didn't happen by having my baby call me and speak to me for about two hours. I was seriously re-considering my earlier decision of not going out that night (since it was our 34th anniversary and I was having a tough time). So glad that I didn't go.
Breathe. Just breathe. And this is the song I'm hearing in my head:
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