đź–¤ NASTYNESS AT ITS BESTđź–¤
I found out — AGAIN— that despite all the talks, promises, prayers, tears, and “fresh starts,” 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!
It’s not just the messages.
It’s the constant accusations toward me, the controlling moments, the emotional pressure, the late-night arguments, and the feeling that I’m 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!
I’m emotionally exhausted.
Not angry.
Not vengeful.
Just… tired. Tired in the deepest place inside a person
I wasn’t a perfect wife… I made mistakes, I acted out of hurt, and I own that. But my actions didn’t 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....
I’m not stupid.
I’m not blind.
I’m not going to pretend that a beautifully–written post can cover the damage done in private.
I’ve owned my faults. I’ve faced them.
But his latest betrayal wasn’t just a mistake, it was a choice that ripped open wounds I’ve been fighting hard to heal.
I've tried...God knows I've triedđź–¤
It’s not just the messages.
It’s the constant accusations toward me, the controlling moments, the emotional pressure, the late-night arguments, and the feeling that I’m 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!
I’m emotionally exhausted.
Not angry.
Not vengeful.
Just… tired. Tired in the deepest place inside a person
I wasn’t a perfect wife… I made mistakes, I acted out of hurt, and I own that. But my actions didn’t 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....
I’m not stupid.
I’m not blind.
I’m not going to pretend that a beautifully–written post can cover the damage done in private.
I’ve owned my faults. I’ve faced them.
But his latest betrayal wasn’t just a mistake, it was a choice that ripped open wounds I’ve been fighting hard to heal.
I've tried...God knows I've triedđź–¤
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