This post has been floating around in my head for a while. A few days ago rac over at Life after his affair wrote a post about an old friend, which prompted me to actually get this out on paper, so to speak. I am not sure there is a real and good solution to … Continue reading Evolution of a friendship
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I watched him sleep
Journal Entry: November 7, 2014 "One foot in front of the other. Keep breathing just like they taught you. You politely ask to take a walk with me. I would have married you there underneath the trees. Is it real, this thing? Is it real, ooooh, this thing? When you sleep. I could make you … Continue reading I watched him sleep
I could star in my own reality show
Journal Entry: April 29, 2014 With me being sick, and my friend being super busy with work, most of our communication lately has been via FB email. I have really isolated myself from most everything that was my life “before.” The loneliness can really get to me, especially when the only human I encounter in a … Continue reading I could star in my own reality show
Am I losing my mind
Journal Entry: April 22, 2014 I have been feeling increasingly anxious and depressed lately and I am not really loving my therapist. Some days I feel like I am living inside someone else's head, someone else's life. My husband has found a clinic in Southern California that specializes in the sex addiction-induced trauma model for … Continue reading Am I losing my mind
Leave your baggage at the door and join me for a little celebration
This is in real time... today: October 23, 2014. I have taken a quick break from going back in time. Today is my husband's 51st birthday, the 30th birthday I have celebrated with him. All but two of those birthdays we have celebrated together, in person. He was 23 and 24 years old the last time … Continue reading Leave your baggage at the door and join me for a little celebration
Who is my best friend
Journal Entry: Wednesday, January 15, 2014 I used to think my husband was my best friend. I gave everything to our friendship. I bore my heart and soul and shared every part of my mind and body with him. For thirty years I looked at his face and felt love and contentment. When he wrapped … Continue reading Who is my best friend
try not to cry on my rainbow 