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Asterisk, I tried not to write a book about my experience because I was never officially in or out of infidelity because it was all played out under the surface. When I write about it, it sounds very cold blooded but it was not.
In order to help you understand where I’m coming from. I need to preface all of it with an explanation of how I live my life. I don’t suffer from sadness unless I’ve had an actual loss. I’ve lost family members, very beloved ones, and that’s thrown me for a loop like it always does to others. I can know sadness but I don’t know depression. I am incapable of being sad for any length of time at all. I feel very blessed in my life. I like where I live, I love who I live with, I love my children, and I love my friends. If I can tell you one thing that I enjoy almost more than anything else is laughing. My best friend and I talk nearly every day and we always find something to laugh about. If I could give anyone on here a suggestion, even if it sounds like Pollyanna, it’s find a friend that makes you have a belly laugh every day.
I really have no idea why I did not make, at least, a comment to my husband after I was told. I know I recognized the difficult time, financially, as I would have a hard time trying to care for my children by myself but that can’t be the only reason. I guess it never seemed real to me because it was while he was traveling. All these years later I cannot remember even getting angry, scared or hurt. I just kept going. I knew my ws cheated. That altered my perception of him but I guess I never felt threatened by any of it. Very weird when I think about it. I just cannot get bent out of shape by the stuff.
I lost some very beloved people fairly early in my life and it made me rethink how to live my life. I just try to enjoy and appreciate and feel gratitude for every day that I have on this planet.