Hi Sweetie,
If you are reading this, I guess you finally found my little space on the web. Sooner or later, I figured you would run across this blog. After all, you are on line throughout the day and most of the night as well. If you would have done a little research on Infidelity or anything else related to it, this blog would have popped up and you would have found me sooner, rather then later. During the time when I was asking you to do a little research in order to help our situation, you refused to do so. How do I know that? Because you just now found me!
I suppose you are waiting for an apology from me so here it is:
I am sorry that you felt the need to gamble me and our daughter away when making the decision to bed down with another woman all for your own self gratification.
I am sorry that you stuck your dick in another woman, all the while telling me you had kept yourself from all the temptations out there, during the time I was out of the country.
I am sorry that even though you never wanted me to find out, I did, and you never realized just how much of an impact it would have on our lives.
I am sorry that the bitch kept harassing you (as you put it) and I had to be the one to suffer the effects from you over the six months prior to finding out about your affair.
I am sorry that you felt entitled to this behavior and that you could even try to justify any of it.
I am sorry that you have not been able to help me heal from the hurt you have caused me.
I am sorry that you just don’t “get it” by showing remorse for what you have done.
I am sorry that you will never know or feel the pain that I have known and felt over the last six months.
I am sorry that you are not able to show or express your feelings towards me, whatever they might be.
I am sorry that you have lost part of yourself along the way.
I hope this is enough of an apology for you, because it is much more then I have ever received from you since I found out. Just so you know, this blog is not intended to upset you and remember once again, this is not about you. This is about me. As you know, I have had to help myself in the healing process of what you have put me through because you were/are not able to help me. The writing on this blog is a form of therapy for me. It is the only way I can find to help release some of the pain I feel, while facing and coping with your betrayal.
Your loving wife,
Sandy
PS. I love you too!
An angel’s smile is what you sell
You promise me heaven, then put me through hell
Chains of love got a hold on me
When passions a prison, you can’t break free
You’re a loaded gun
There’s nowhere to run
No one can save me
The damage is done
Shot through the heart
And you’re to blame
You give love a bad name
I play my part and you play your game
You give love a bad name
You give love a bad name
