As terrible as this sounds, I have a friend who is widowed. And sometimes that seems easier than what I'm going through.
He's gone. But in a different way. Those eyes that use to look at me with love, are blank. I will never hear him say I love you, or smile at me.
He does all those things for a new woman now. A woman who was sleeping with him, and talking to him, while I was home caring for our sick infant.
We never got to take a family vacation, but yet this woman gets to take a family vacation with my kids this summer.
I have to see him with someone else. I have to feel his hate towards me.
This talking through lawyers, and fights, and sneakiness is horrible and not how I want to be. Going through a divorce, even though it wasn't my idea...feels unchristian. It's very dirty and messy and evil.
If he doesn't love me anymore, fine. Just don't hate me.
I have gone through so much in the last 3 years (gave birth to a 1 pound baby, her hospitalizations, an ectopic pregnancy that required me to lose my fertility, finding out my husband had affairs after we brought baby home, him leaving me, the children and I finding out he was living with another woman and not his dad like he told us, them renting a home a few mins from mine, not knowing where I'm going to live or how I will support my kids since I was sahm and have four kids, etc) and I see these two people, so morally corrupt, get to enjoy my children, get to be happy and in love. While I have no car, no money, no job.