š¤ NASTYNESS AT ITS BESTš¤
I found out ā AGAINā that despite all the talks, promises, prayers, tears, and āfresh starts,ā my husband went back to the same behaviour that has been destroying our marriage for years. Someone on here sent me proof of recent chats and they were not friendly chats, but highly adult rated!
Itās not just the messages.
Itās the constant accusations toward me, the controlling moments, the emotional pressure, the late-night arguments, and the feeling that Iām always the one who has to prove myself because of my betrayal on here while he repeats the same patterns over and over again!!
I am not posting this to embarrass anyone.
Not to hurt him.
Not to create drama!
Iām emotionally exhausted.
Not angry.
Not vengeful.
Just⦠tired. Tired in the deepest place inside a person
I wasnāt a perfect wife⦠I made mistakes, I acted out of hurt, and I own that. But my actions didnāt come from boredom or looking for trouble, they came from a heart that felt betrayed, unseen, and pushed into a corner I never asked to be in. It came from trying to survive pain I didn't know how to express. None of this is pretty!
And the public apology....
Iām not stupid.
Iām not blind.
Iām not going to pretend that a beautifullyāwritten post can cover the damage done in private.
Iāve owned my faults. Iāve faced them.
But his latest betrayal wasnāt just a mistake, it was a choice that ripped open wounds Iāve been fighting hard to heal.
I've tried...God knows I've triedš¤
Itās not just the messages.
Itās the constant accusations toward me, the controlling moments, the emotional pressure, the late-night arguments, and the feeling that Iām always the one who has to prove myself because of my betrayal on here while he repeats the same patterns over and over again!!
I am not posting this to embarrass anyone.
Not to hurt him.
Not to create drama!
Iām emotionally exhausted.
Not angry.
Not vengeful.
Just⦠tired. Tired in the deepest place inside a person
I wasnāt a perfect wife⦠I made mistakes, I acted out of hurt, and I own that. But my actions didnāt come from boredom or looking for trouble, they came from a heart that felt betrayed, unseen, and pushed into a corner I never asked to be in. It came from trying to survive pain I didn't know how to express. None of this is pretty!
And the public apology....
Iām not stupid.
Iām not blind.
Iām not going to pretend that a beautifullyāwritten post can cover the damage done in private.
Iāve owned my faults. Iāve faced them.
But his latest betrayal wasnāt just a mistake, it was a choice that ripped open wounds Iāve been fighting hard to heal.
I've tried...God knows I've triedš¤








