(I edited and edited this post many times. I end up deleting most of the contents)
Let the story be a secret.
Last weekend was rough…I hadn’t cried this way for a long time.
His words pierced me like a knife, and I imagined sad things….
My eyes, are red and painful. The tears must have been too much.
I'm thinking of the kids feelings first ahead of mine. That’s all that I can say.
I want to make this work. While my parents marriage failed after 31 years, I seriously am hanging on because I simply don’t believe in being another case in the statistics.
We were doing great, very well indeed. Why do I have to put my feelings first?
Sometimes its best to bury the hurt and move on....... for the kids sake......