As I sit in limbo, waiting for my husband (aka wasband) to move out later this month, I've gone through all the emotions. From elation to melancholy, it's all washed over me at some point. Like every woman, my life is complicated and will take some explaining. So for now, the crib notes version.
I was married in 1985. In 2000, a mentally ill relative told me that my wasband had had an affair. I didn't believe her. She was mentally ill, afterall. But when I laughed as I told my wasband about it, he was silent. It was true.
He had an affair that lasted a year, with a woman from work (Oh Gawd, how I hate the cliche' in this!). I was pregnant with our youngest child at the time. She got pregnant too. They broke it off shortly after I had our son. The day after I learned of my husband f$%#ing another woman for a year, I ruptured a disc in my back. Suddenly, I was in a position where I needed him. How crappy is that? Pretty damned crappy!
I never made one big decision to stay. I just stayed. I don't even know why. ~ME
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