One of the hardest things about recovering from my H’s affair is that it feels like he desecrated all the special things, large and small, between us. It feels sometimes like our relationship meant nothing to him, that there’s nothing left to save.
Reconciliation is hard. Our anniversary is coming up soon and I feel so gross about it because last year he spent it having a festival of sex and lies with the AP. (And he’s lied about it a million times.) It feels spoiled, ruined, horrible. And it’s made the anniversary of my sister’s death (today) even harder.
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