I am thankful that I could communicate with him his status without sinning, calling names, screaming
I called him a variable
He used to be a constant, but he is no longer that.
I do not trust him to not push this marriage aside for his own wants, desires
Whenever he feels like playing footsie with someone else’s spouse.
But realistically is this my bed and really I can accept that
I chose the wrong husband I did that and I chose to put up with the disrespect, the distance, the self condemnation all in the name of marriage is work and we will find our way
Nope he found his way into sex in Walmart parking lots
I don’t want to break up my family. I can accept this lackluster love life to seek more fulfilling things of course.
I can accept that still hurts but I can accept that
He didn’t like being called a variable
He so badly wants to be a constant
Bridge burnt in my eyes