I feel used and discarded like a dirty rag. He claims to have always felt this way, that something was always missing. How could I have been married to such a horrible person? I don’t understand.
Yesterday when I asked him what happened, he said,”I already told you.”. And “I don’t want to talk about this.”
How do I stop turning the injustice of this over and over in my mind? I am lying in bed as I write this, remembering what it felt like to have him in bed next to me. Then my thoughts turned to him in bed with her. I don’t want to torture myself with these horrible thoughts any more. They make me feel like the garbage he saw me as. How on Earth do I make it stop??