As I approach the 4 year mark of finding out what my ex-husband was up to, I realize that it was a gift (although wrapped in an old snot tissue.)
I read somewhere that it’s not a waste of time if you’ve learned valuable lessons.
After 15 years, I sure as bloody hell have better learned a shit ton of them.
I have so many stories rattling around in my head, things that I’ve kept locked up so that I didn’t have to face them. The truth, sadly, is oftentimes not pleasant. As grateful as I am that I was given the chance to finally say enough is enough, I still cannot help but to be fucking angry that I spent so many years with someone who never loved me.
How can anyone even go that long, living a lie? I don’t understand people like him; how can you look someone in the eye and mutter nice things, while inwardly mocking a shared life?
How does he lie to his new wife?
Easy…as simply as he did to me.
Perhaps writing about this theme on a regular basis will help me even more with the healing thing and also start a creative writing streak for myself.
I had this idea one night after I smoked some medical marijuana. It’s been really neat buying different things to try every month. Recently, I started using the vape instead of the raw flower. Much less stinky and easier on my lungs.
Anyway, keep your eyes peeled for my first NBS post!