tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026450255174007652.post3739880985715085012..comments2024-03-27T21:50:33.178-04:00Comments on Betrayed Wives' Club: Grief is Not About Giving Up But Giving InEllehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13470499558973726796noreply@blogger.comBlogger39125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026450255174007652.post-13934743145160448322015-11-11T18:47:56.050-05:002015-11-11T18:47:56.050-05:00Lynn,
I have been trying to get back to this amaz...Lynn,<br /><br />I have been trying to get back to this amazing passage finding it one of the most amazing and helpful descriptions of a window being opened and light allowed into the room. Your powerful "Give me the same courtesy..." Tell me about the story, give me the facts that were stolen and help me shed light on the world you elected to create without me knowing.<br /><br />You also asked somewhere about hysterical bonding and sex and I wonder had I missed the real question. Are you talking about exploring all the issues around sex after betrayal? Triggers, Fears, Trust, for some revulsion after the 'discovery'. So many countless questions. The issues of 'safe' sex? This seems and endless discussion and exploration and I applaud you bringing it up.<br /><br />In any case I value your brave exploration and marvel how you go right into the pain and flames and turn it into something else and I'm grateful to be a participant (as one also betrayed) as well as witness to your journey.<br /><br />Hope you even see this being an older post....<br /><br />Much love Valkyriehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02185442228341503805noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026450255174007652.post-33110300606596566792015-11-09T12:41:52.056-05:002015-11-09T12:41:52.056-05:00Dandelion,
That's wonderful that you're re...Dandelion,<br />That's wonderful that you're reimagining Thanksgiving for your family. I think sometimes we feel like there's a blueprint for a "perfect" holiday and it doesn't include our deceased mothers and cheating husbands so we can't imagine how it can be different than simply pain served alongside a turkey. I think it's important to acknowledge the pain - to not pretend that everything's great when it's not. But also to recognize what there is to be grateful for. To miss your mother so much reveals that she must have been a really amazing mom, which makes you a lucky daughter. To know that your husband is NOT the asshole he was last year might not make you "lucky" but it certainly bodes well for your marriage and your family. And that's worth celebrating. Ellehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13470499558973726796noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026450255174007652.post-51295812631019631892015-11-09T12:36:51.081-05:002015-11-09T12:36:51.081-05:00Lynn,
You've got so much more to wade through ...Lynn,<br />You've got so much more to wade through that your husband's betrayal (as if THAT isn't enough). You're also having to sift through all the unhealthy stuff you learned as a kid and recognize how it continues to dictate so much of how you move in this world.<br />Of course, you can change your mind. You're in charge of yourself now. You get to do whatever the hell you want. Christmas. No Christmas. Christmas in April. Whatever works for you. Ellehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13470499558973726796noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026450255174007652.post-77985450067858963182015-11-06T15:07:34.750-05:002015-11-06T15:07:34.750-05:00Lynn, your post and the responses that the others ...Lynn, your post and the responses that the others posted were so timely for me. I'm struggling with Thanksgiving. My mom passed away the day before Thanksgiving. This will be the twelve year anniversary of her death. It is hard for me every year. She loved Thanksgiving and Christmas. She made those holidays special. The first anniversary I spent getting drunk in a bar in Key West. I just couldn't do Thanksgiving that year. Slowly after a few years, I started easing back into celebrating it. When I had kids, I started trying to make it the awesome traditional day it always was for my family. Last year, things were bad for my husband and I but I wasn't aware of his affair at that point. I was struggling on the anniversary of her death which happened to fall the day before Thanksgiving. I remember sitting on the couch next to my husband that night after the kids were in bed and just falling apart. It seemed like he was oblivious to what was going on until I said that it was all about missing my mom. Fast forward to December when I discovered his cell phone records and realized that he had spent 3 HOURS on the phone with the OW that day. And I found out several weeks later that she had called him as she was dealing with the loss of her father-in-law. (Yes, the father of the man she was cheating on! And she turned to the person she was cheating WITH for consolation! WTF?). Of the many hurtful things he did, this one has cut pretty deep. Putting it in writing even hurts. Could he have been a bigger asshole? We've talked and talked. At that time, he was so screwed up, caught up in his double life, oblivious to the date and oblivious to my pain until I actually pointed it out. He realizes now what an asshole he was on that day. He realizes he was an asshole most of the time during the affair.<br />So here we are nearly a year later and this year that date is actually the day of Thanksgiving. My husband and I have talked about how much I'm dreading this day. It's like a double whammy this year, with the anniversary of my mom's death and the memories of where his head was last year. At his suggestion the other night, we made the decision to do something different, something that will be special to us and our family. We made a decision to take that day back. We're trying to do that slowly with every aspect of our lives that were impacted by the affair. <br />I wanted to thank you for putting your feelings and your sadness out there because it helped me to acknowledge what I was dealing with. While it hurt me to read the pain in your post, I always admire your courage in sharing that pain. I read it and knew, once again, that I was not alone. Hearing what the others (Ellle, Wounded, and Alone) said in response strengthened the decision we made to make this Thanksgiving about us. I have to keep reminding myself that the affair has taken enough. <br />Thanks, ladies! You all always come through at the right times, sometimes without even knowing it.Dandelionhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07422695784998995973noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026450255174007652.post-43561956795722588182015-11-05T09:03:51.305-05:002015-11-05T09:03:51.305-05:00Thank you so much Elle, Wounded and Alone, once ag...Thank you so much Elle, Wounded and Alone, once again you all pull me out of the well of despair and no hope. This sounds pathetic but It never thought to make it what Christmas anything different than "you did me wrong" carole. I love the word reimagine, Elle. How in hell can you always cut through the wasteland of my being a victim and turn it into a word of hope like reimagining? I was never allowed to change my mind and all self-expression ended up being my fault. I never realized I could create win at I'm happy with. I have several weeks to think about what that looks like. Thank you again for dishing up hope with choices, an escape hatch from the pain of it all. Wounded your right also why should I give the psych bitch prostitute my Christmas time too. You all gave me the gas to go further down the road maybe a a gallon or two. Being stuck on the road side without gas is lonely, scary and panicking. I had my blog cell phone and called my friends to come get me. I'm forever grateful and feel sad but better somehow at the same time. Also Elle the words of illusion come to the surface. I'm still getting out of the betrayed fog of illusions. Lynn Less Pianhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07430930678475537146noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026450255174007652.post-20372371678486489402015-11-05T07:17:49.582-05:002015-11-05T07:17:49.582-05:00Lynn. I felt so sad when I read your post. I'm...Lynn. I felt so sad when I read your post. I'm finding coping with his affair so hard myself at the moment and know what you mean when you say you are empty. I like you have always loved christmas and agree with Elle, do it for you. I don't know if it helps but none of us imagined a marriage where our husbands would have an affair and yet after the devastation we are picking ourselves up and trying to rebuild our lives, many of us trying to rebuild our marriages. Our lives are different now but we are all I think looking for those moments of happiness in them. Maybe it would help if you look at Christmas the same way. It can be good again, maybe different but still good. Maybe new beginnings, new holiday traditions. Whatever you decide for the upcoming holidays I wish you happiness. Alonenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026450255174007652.post-69371355867602390652015-11-04T14:58:05.369-05:002015-11-04T14:58:05.369-05:00Lynn ... i feel your pain ... my Dday .... mother...Lynn ... i feel your pain ... my Dday .... mother's day weekend! Yippee for me huh a day solely for me shit on. .. i get where u are coming from totally the holidays have me on edge too .... our first since dday forget the turkey. .. cancel christmas ... bahhhhh hum bug! I have though thoughts and then i also think why should my happy be stolen. Why does the ow deserve that power? Better yet maybe i should throw my all out dinner party bcuz that family cheer my family cheer is what the ow wanted my H my security my family togetherness. Christmas isnt about her, him or all the traditional bullshit we are feed to believe thats how it should be . It simply should be what you want it to be weather thats something or nothing Elle right your call...... i may shed a tear or two and it might not be my huge shin dig unless my medical condition improves but if nothing ekse i will celebrate somehow cause i deserve it and unselfishly my kid derserves it ... im sorry u are feeling so empty. ... i feel ut pain and im sending you a hug.Woundednoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026450255174007652.post-55447764536446581852015-11-04T12:57:26.352-05:002015-11-04T12:57:26.352-05:00Oh Lynn, I'm so sorry for how you're feeli...Oh Lynn, I'm so sorry for how you're feeling. I think it must be something for kids of dysfunctional homes where Christmas comes to represent "normal". My own childhood Christmases generally sucked (there was the really sucky one when my grandmother told me my mother tried to kill herself because I was such a horrible daughter. I was 12) so, as an adult, I created these magazine-perfect Christmases to prove to myself and the world that I was just like everybody else. See? I'm worthy? Thing is, like you, not everybody would go along with my plan and that just pissed me off.<br />I realized a few years ago that if Christmas mattered to me -- baking cookies, decorating the tree (that nobody wanted to help with), putting up lights -- then I was going to have to do it just because I got pleasure out of it. If others wanted to join in, they were welcome to. But that even if they didn't (and they often didn't), then I did what I wanted anyway because I liked it. I love coming in my home when it's decorated. I love the lights. I love the music. I love giving thoughtful gifts. <br />My in-laws always gave me gifts that made it clear they hadn't a clue who I was or what I liked. My husband has stepped up his game a bit in the gift-givign department but I've had to learn that he will never be a really thoughtful gift-giver. That's just not in his repertoire. Doesn't mean he doesn't love me. He shows it in different ways, like (no kidding!) buying me the best snow tires for my car so I'm safe. <br />All this is a long way of saying that you get to decide what and how you're going to celebrate (or not!) this year. And you won't get any argument from me about what a grade-A dick your husband was. Total asshole. If he is still that asshole, then give yourself the Christmas gift of throwing him to the curb. But if he's not, then consider giving yourself the gift of reimagining Christmas this year. Whatever you want it to be. Gifts. No gifts. Tree. No tree. An escape to somewhere tropical. A volunteer stint at a soup kitchen. Figure out what will work for you. That Christmas fantasy you and I have of the perfect family? Total fantasy. Even families that aren't as fucked up as ours were didn't have perfect Christmases. It doesn't exist. But that doesn't mean we can't still create something that suits where we are now. And it can change every single year depending on where you are emotionally. <br />Me? I'll be baking cookies (and eating the dough) with my kids who do actually like doing that with me. I'll be putting up a tree (by myself). Decorating it (probably by myself) and getting nostalgic over all the decorations that survived my own messed up childhood. I'll be listening to Celine Dion and Josh Groban sing their hearts out about Christmas (while my kids roll their eyes and my husband shuts the door so he can hear the TV). I'll watch the TV specials. I'll invite friends over to drink wine and warm by the fire. Yeah my husband cheated. And yeah, I found out days before Christmas in 2006. That Christmas was horrible. I screamed at my parents, especially my mom, having no idea it would be my last Christmas with her. I drove around like a wild woman looking for the OW's apartment so I could give her an earful. I ruined Christmas for my entire family that year. But that was then. <br />Your call, Lynn. You get to do this however you want. I can hear how empty you are. I'm so so sorry.Ellehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13470499558973726796noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026450255174007652.post-62728603338690911632015-11-04T12:37:18.878-05:002015-11-04T12:37:18.878-05:00Clover,
Insight goes a long way toward giving us t...Clover,<br />Insight goes a long way toward giving us the space to be compassionate with ourselves and recognizing the ways in which we can sometimes get in our own way. You're right. Whatever else happens, you're going to be just fine.Ellehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13470499558973726796noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026450255174007652.post-44650273171636431502015-11-04T07:12:23.655-05:002015-11-04T07:12:23.655-05:00I went to my first therapy all ready to bitch abou...I went to my first therapy all ready to bitch about the other woman and my husband. In the end we talked much more about my childhood...how my mother left me at a young age with an alcoholic father to raise my little sister. Turns out from therapy that a lot of my personal issues (need to feel in control, make sure everyone is happy/ safe etc) stem from these early years.<br /><br />Seems obvious now, but at the time I didn't even think that my childhood had any bearing on my own marriage. Turns out it does. Hugely.<br /><br />I am six months out from Dday, but my husband kept in touch with the OW right up until August. It's been a crappy, TOUGH six months...some of it is still raw for me. <br /><br />I am a work-in-progress. I don't know if we will make it or not. But me? I will make it as a human being. Although this has been the worst six months of my life, I'm learning so much about myself, and I like what I'm learning!Clovernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026450255174007652.post-52374474717903943762015-11-04T04:32:07.797-05:002015-11-04T04:32:07.797-05:00Part. 2 I told my therapist I'm tired of being...Part. 2 I told my therapist I'm tired of being the one to get over and it. I'm not sucking this one up, I just don't have it in me. I'm running on empty in the just "suck this one up" car and the gas gauge is faulty except I don't know when the tank is totally empty. I look at the gas gauge and all indicators say I have gas left to get to the destination at least a quarter of a tank. But I know my tank is almost empty. His cum was in her mouth, back, between her tits, I don't care anymore about that, really and truly. I'm tired of fighting another one of his bad choices. He ruined three Christmas in a row so he could get poked. He took my feelings of safe, warm and loved and let it run up and down her cunt. How quickly he forgets, he doesn't think about the OW unless I bring it up and IT IS EASY TO FORGET IF IT WAS NOT DONE TO YOU. I will never put up a tree, buy gifts, decorate the house, bake cookies, prepare a feast and I lost that special feeling anymore for my magical Christmas. <br /><br />Someone may say, aren't you just hurting yourself? No, I'm not so don't judge my feelings if you haven't walked in my path. I'm near empty don't you get it? If that is all someone can say to me, I don't need them either. Lynn Less Painnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026450255174007652.post-52827460485934745022015-11-04T04:30:56.666-05:002015-11-04T04:30:56.666-05:00Part 1- Counterproductive but I'm grieving abo...Part 1- Counterproductive but I'm grieving about Christmas and it is not even here yet. Christmas eve and day were the two days in the year my mom was super nice to me and my sister. She didn't criticize, belittle, make us earn our gifts, take our gifts away, she was just a normal mom for 2 days. So with our family I made sure those two days were perfect because I loved Christmas time feeling safe, warmed and loved. I wanted to bake dozens of cookies, make gingerbread houses, ornaments and when money was tight the kids and I made Christmas gifts. I wanted to do all that not because I was suppose to, I wanted to and loved it. <br /><br />Fast forward to my husband affair actions for three years. He bought nicer gifts for psycho-kindergarten teacher than me. His lame excuse was "I got what was on your list." My list was inexpensive because he set a dollar limit on how much we would spend on each other. So I asked for practical gifts. He acted like and verbalized his distaste on seeing the amount of money spent on gifts. I heard from him is "we don't have the money." <br /><br />He bought a nice watch for her supposedly before he was poking his prostitute in order to poke her. I'm not buying it. He figured he would get on the Christmas lay-away poking plan. He order her a glitzy watch on Amazon along with the shitty gifts he bought me. The same order no less. You can see in the same order vacuum cleaner and watch. The only difference was he paid $22 to gift wrap hers. The next year he bought her an expensive necklace. AgaIn more beautiful than than what he bought me cast iron pot, a phone from eBay which didn't work I had to throw it away, and a dehydrator. He was an ass the entire time, which I didn't understand at the time. I cried both years on Xmas day. I was so disappointed in him, I called my sister crying and said am I crazy? Selfish? Am I asking too much? He was not participating with the family or me. He didn't help me shop, he didn't even know what the kids were getting until they opened their gifts. He chose not to participate. Little did I know he and the OW had their own little Christmas. He was participating with her. He lost three years of his life with his family. I can see him putting the necklace on her, then kissing her. She shows her appreciation by poking him. D-day was in December he was asking her what perfume she wore why not? He is already thinking about on Christmas number three instead of how to leave her. The perfume was expensive. The last piece of jewelry he gave me was in 2008 and it was fake diamond studs. The first Christmas I knew about the affair, my son called me and said I looked so sad he thought I was mad at him. <br /><br />When I went to see her and I asked to see the necklace. She thought is was cheap, a fake and I didn't tell her, it was real diamonds and gold. She told me he liked her to wear it while they were poking each other. He has always liked necklaces and poking at the same times so it is true. Thanks for the mind movies bitch. <br /><br />I now hate Christmas without a doubt or want anything to do with Christmas. My therapist is working with me. I told her today, I cannot go back to the Christmas I love. <br /><br />What kind of man gives the OW nicer gifts (he was suppose to be trying to leave her) so why not give her socks, gloves, scarf something NOT ROMANTIC instead of watch, necklace and almost perfume? The first lie was he was thinking of buying it for me, the second lie was he hadn't decided who to buy it for. He has not bought me perfume since 2005 which was 7 years ago do I look that stupid? He was going for romantic Christmas number three with his prostitute. Meanwhile your wife is crying on Christmas. What kind of man does it take to dish this shit up? He gave me memories today, now, by ruining two days that was special my entire life. This doesn't make sense to me. No sense at all, he is trying to leave her yet buy her romantic gifts. Someone lies to themselves and it is not me. Lynn Less Painnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026450255174007652.post-6351956039460604432015-11-03T21:38:59.746-05:002015-11-03T21:38:59.746-05:00Becky this is the time that your husband really sh...Becky this is the time that your husband really should be doing Everything that he can to help you and if he's not capable, at least you know YOU are. You truly are.<br /><br />It's so so difficult even when both partners are on the same page, I cannot imagine what it is like if you are on different pages. <br /><br /> We have ALL felt like fools when the reality is we were not the ones who made the foolish choices. I am so sorry you are surfing the wake of the disaster he caused, alone. Better to do that though, than trying to tow an anchor with you. Grief always feels overwhelming, until you come to know it a bit better and although you cannot control it, you will come to know that you can get through it. We will be thinking about you. We totally get you. We've got you.Steamnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026450255174007652.post-80745032063127108792015-11-03T17:41:40.294-05:002015-11-03T17:41:40.294-05:00You are definitely not alone, Becky. We know how y...You are definitely not alone, Becky. We know how you feel. You sound so much like me. We will get through this one day at a time - sonetimes one hour at a time! Ride it out, sister, we are here for you. Phoenixhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13408004849930367780noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026450255174007652.post-88598657290538424912015-11-03T14:27:02.147-05:002015-11-03T14:27:02.147-05:00I feel so sad today, grieving for the loss of my m...I feel so sad today, grieving for the loss of my marriage and knowing it will never be again the relationship i thought it was. It probably never was the relationship I thought it was - I feel<br />like such a fool. Grieving because although my H does love me, not enough to do certain things. Grieving because it hurts so much to know our marriage is not the most important thing to him. Maybe our marriage is about 3rd in line...... I feel grief is overwhelming me not that I am giving in to it. How do I grieve and then heal on my own because right now I don't think my H is capable to help me. <br /><br />Thank you all - thank you Elle, at least here I know I am not alone. Love and support to all those here. Beckyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11509536058879775787noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026450255174007652.post-7695954319832229142015-11-03T13:20:04.069-05:002015-11-03T13:20:04.069-05:00Phoenix,
Two months out is still really raw. And I...Phoenix,<br />Two months out is still really raw. And I imagine your upcoming appointment has you a bit on edge too because you're going to have to go over a lot of the stuff that you've been able to keep somewhat aside.<br />Be gentle with yourself. A good therapist will help you feel comfortable. She will remind you that anything you say is safe and confidential. She will let you cry and vent. She's (he's??) seen it all. Believe me, this is nothing new to them. <br />Just give yourself this safe place to work through all the pain. Ellehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13470499558973726796noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026450255174007652.post-70774185927318987442015-11-03T13:16:04.521-05:002015-11-03T13:16:04.521-05:00I think we all need to know that our partner deepl...I think we all need to know that our partner deeply regrets the time/energy he spent with the affair partner. And it can really help to know that he now has a clearer picture of who she really was. <br />I'm glad you two are rebuilding in a way that feels right to you. The grief takes a long time to abate. You have a lot to grieve. Give yourself the time you need to heal.Ellehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13470499558973726796noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026450255174007652.post-59188745603991553912015-11-03T11:43:45.067-05:002015-11-03T11:43:45.067-05:00Phoenix it's your first session so take your t...Phoenix it's your first session so take your time, when you get there you will know where you want to start. I remember weeks after d day going to the doctors and bursting into tears it was so unexpected but luckily my doctor dealt with it brilliantly. I'd actually gone for an injury I sustains from running my ass of trying to get rid of my anger and frustration lol. You'll be just fine glad your taking the time to speak to someone who will help you deal with this traumatic event. Let us know how you get on and good luck xxAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13981913269697196994noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026450255174007652.post-33924365181347859112015-11-03T06:59:56.162-05:002015-11-03T06:59:56.162-05:00The weekend was up and down. The kids had a great ...The weekend was up and down. The kids had a great Halloween. We had the 2 months anniversary of Dday on Sunday, and I didn't think much about it. But on Monday I grieved. All day long. And what's the point of telling H? To make him feel guilty? There is very little he can do right now. I'd like to have a talk and ask some more questions, but we are always too busy for it. Last night I curled up against his chest, his strong, solid muscular chest. I always loved to do that, it made me feel so safe. But last night I curled up against his chest and just quietly grieved, because the safe feeling is gone. Will it ever come back?<br />I am seeing a therapist on Friday for the first time, and I'm terrified. What if it is awkward? What if it is terrible? Where on earth do I begin? There is so much to tell, so much to say, so much inside me. So many questions, so many fears. I have no earthly idea where to start. Anybody got insights into how to handle the first day of therapy?Phoenixhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13408004849930367780noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026450255174007652.post-1424108481364975422015-11-03T05:20:49.344-05:002015-11-03T05:20:49.344-05:00Lynn ... Your story landed with me so incredibly. ...Lynn ... Your story landed with me so incredibly. I think this is what I need to heal ... Learn from him about her shortcomings. <br />But we are only 4 mo after Dday. We are doing really well. It is for both of us the marriage we wanted to be in. For me, that he cares, he notices, he makes an effort to do what I like doing ( like going for walks ... before he used to say that only old people go for walks and suggest that we jog together!). For him, I come across as someone who cares, is less independant, allows for some of his shortcomigs. We have 2 teenage boys who are truly wonderful and they are also for us a big reason to be together as a family and to show them how family cars about each other. <br />He hates to go back to those 5 yrs (on and off he claims). He is shattered when I push him thhere with questions. He prefers to tell me who I am for him now and how much his perception of me changed.<br />And still the grief comes back and in my case it is still connected with the anger at ow. She sent me a mail copying him and wrote that after 5 yrs she has enough and that I won him. This was awfully painful for me. So yes, sometimes I would love to hear from him that she is an awful person. And yes, sometimes I dream that if I meet her I will do something vicious to her. <br />And now I think that maybe just hearing from him that she was not worthy it and tell me what he did not like about her would help. OceanWavenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026450255174007652.post-63269872843633527532015-11-02T16:45:07.026-05:002015-11-02T16:45:07.026-05:00Melissa,
My friend, a longtime 12-stepper, always ...Melissa,<br />My friend, a longtime 12-stepper, always reminds me of the "next right step". Honestly, it makes life so much easier. Or as I read recently: We only need to see the next step, not the whole staircase.Ellehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13470499558973726796noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026450255174007652.post-51496351818692358522015-11-02T16:44:13.010-05:002015-11-02T16:44:13.010-05:00Wounded,
If all anyone who comes to this blog ever...Wounded,<br />If all anyone who comes to this blog ever gets from it is the absolute recognition that she is enough and that she has always been enough, then it will have been worth everything. Ellehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13470499558973726796noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026450255174007652.post-90178538149850005312015-11-02T16:41:00.304-05:002015-11-02T16:41:00.304-05:00Crying my eyes out ... thanks for sharing your mot...Crying my eyes out ... thanks for sharing your mothers token of wisdom with me. Im enough ... i needed that in so many different ways right now. Thank you ... thank you ... thank you ... one day at a time or better yet ... i just need to show up!Woundednoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026450255174007652.post-36981471894831362402015-11-02T15:42:10.934-05:002015-11-02T15:42:10.934-05:00Lynn and Clover, good for you both. I love what E...Lynn and Clover, good for you both. I love what Elle says, "the next right step." It applies to not only affair recovery; it applies to life. Love you ladies :-)Melissahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15625911085419338023noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026450255174007652.post-80366383802753228172015-11-02T15:33:09.926-05:002015-11-02T15:33:09.926-05:00So great, Clover. Whatever happens, you'll be ...So great, Clover. Whatever happens, you'll be just fine.Ellehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13470499558973726796noreply@blogger.com