It's like watching Lost. As the show was coming to a close, the writers gave us bits and pieces of information and little by little we put the pieces together and had A-HA moments. Well, let me tell you - when you find out your husband has been having an affair for two years, those A-HA moments suck.
My newest puzzle piece: my estranged is going to Chicago tomorrow for three days. My kids, having been spoiled since on his last trip to Chicago he brought home a bunch of gifts, asked him to be sure to bring them gifts again this time. His last trip was the only time he ever brought gifts home for the kids from a trip. He didn't bring me anything - and at that time I said "hey, you didn't bring me anything..." I wasn't mad - I was just saying it as a joke. But still he could've brought me a candybar, right?
Here it comes.... A-HA
Then it hits me... he had his girlfriend with him in Chicago the last time... How sweet he must've seemed buying things for his kids. Now it makes sense why he didn't buy me anything.
I don’t know why but I'm sobbing over this tonight. This isn’t the worst piece I put together during this whole thing. Maybe because I was used to babysit while he got fucked? He had an affair on my back and out of my pocket. Because i loved him while he was getting fucked? Because someone got over on me? Because I have to deal with this heartless asshole for the rest of my life?
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