I do understand your feelings of grief and pain. It’s like
losing your very best, most trusted friend, lover,
spouse — you name it — all at once. And you want to
talk to someone about how awful it all is, and the one
person you want to tell and be able to cry in their arms is
the one who’s responsible for your pain. That’s the
very worst, and when you add him giving his deepest,
what-you-thought-was-so-special-between-just-you-two
part to someone else , then somehow it’s even worse than
the very worst.

Betrayed: Dealing with Infidelity -

MLCers affair down; there may be a number of reasons.

before i can trust you, you need to trust me…and yes telling me the truth is putting all of your trust into us and into our relationship where it should have been all along..because in telling me all of your truths exposes who you are…something you have had from me and held back from me…

And to the women who touch married men – karma is a bitch

“Though no one can go back and make a brand new start, anyone can start from now and make a brand new ending!”

What many of us really want is an apology and some explanation of why it won’t happen again ever, in a thought-out, reasonable way and not just a “trust me, I wont’ again” kind of comment. That’s the crux of it, right? A man who doesn’t admit to knifing his wife in the back can’t say he is sorry, explain why he won’t do it again, and reassure her. Because a man comfortable with lying to his wife in the present is a man comfortable enough to lie to her in the future.

The biggest battle of your life is the one you fight today. You’re in hell right now… I know that… and either we get it together… or we’re gonna crumble little by little as it wears us down…

We can stay here… and get the shit kicked out of us… or… we can fight our way out. We can climb out… and into the light… little by little.

You know… as you go through life things get taken away from you… that’s part of life. And it is cruel… and it is unfair… but that’s not what living is about. It’s about what we have left to give. It’s those little things we do today that make our tomorrow…

You find out life’s about those little things… that it’s those little things that make all the difference. Those little things are all around us… and they’re in every minute and every second of every day… and most of the time we don’t even bother to see them.

Look for those little things… fight for those little things… and protect those little things… because when we add up all those little things that’s gonna make all the fucking difference we need to get outta here.

Now I can’t do it for you… I can’t make you do it. You wouldn’t want that anyway… believe me… there’s someone better. Maybe you can’t find the courage… because you’re too lost… or maybe you can’t find the strength… because you can’t see it… but believe me… it’s there. Besides… you gotta be good and lost to find that which can’t be found.

You gotta stand up… and take a good look at your heart… and I think you’re gonna see a person willing to kick down the gates of hell for those little things. Either we stand up now… and fight for those little things… or we’re not gonna make it. That’s life guys… that’s what it’s all about.

I know you’re hurting… and I know you’re down… but you gotta dig down into that core part of who you are and get up and move… even if it’s just a little.

So come on… take my hand if you have to… but stand up even if just for a moment… and be proud of who you are. The air is crisp and clean up here… and the view’s much nicer. Don’t be afraid to get up… you’ll be okay… I promise. Stand up and take a minute to enjoy the little things. It makes all the difference.

-SerJr at SI

We are not the same persons this year as last; nor are those we love. It is a happy chance if we, changing, continue to love a changed person.

W. Somerset Maugham

His box is stuffed with the happenings of the A.

My box is not.

His box is overflowing and not very organized.

My box is neat and tidy but only half full.

His box is stuffed to capacity, closed and put away never to be opened again.

My box is in chronological order, filed by date, in neat little folders with labels on them.

My box is open as it still needs more information.

I need to get into his box to get my information but his box is closed.

He gives me some things from his box, but these things have been edited or the finer points have been blacked out.

I want to close my box and put it away too, but I can’t yet.

Please DONT text email call me or contact me in any way. I am reconciling with my husband. I love him and have hurt him deeply. I have been very foolish. I never really loved u it was just fantasy. The relationship was destructive to my marriage.

Someone else’s wife wrote this one…. I sure wish I could get H to do something like this.