Raven
Diamond Member
Things have been unraveling for a while. I have no job now and I'm spending money like it's going out of style. My husband is in the process of moving out but he's still living in the house. He keeps finding reasons to delay the move but it should be sometime in the next few days.
I'm half-assedly trying to save it, and then turning around telling New Guy that I have no feelings left whatsoever for my husband. I'm already starting it off with a lie. Great. If I knew some magic word that would save my marriage, I would say it. I want to forgive. I want to know how to forgive. I don't owe New Guy anything yet. He's very annoyed with me and rightly so. I'm dicking him around and he senses it. But no. There's no commitment.
I want him to say the things the things my husband used to say to me. I'll believe it. I'll fall in love. I'll try not to f*ck it up this time. I'll try to keep my craziness under control this time. I'll try not to be controlling.
No, he just stands in his yard watching me pull out of his driveway and I think we make indirect eye contact through my rear view mirror. Then he blows up my phone the next day, freaking that I'm taking a while to respond. Knowing that my husband is still in my house. He says it's really annoying. If he's smart, he'll bail real soon.
The beast has me in its jaws and I don't know how to get out. I want to just let it chew me up and eat me. I have a recurring dream in which there's this two mile wide tornado and I'm driving towards it, into the storm, into the wild beast, faster and faster. I wake up when the car starts to lift off the ground. It's disappointing. I'd want to wake up when I'm at the top, looking down on the world before I die. If I just cut my wrists open then I won't have to wait for the tornado to happen. I don't see the way through.
I'm half-assedly trying to save it, and then turning around telling New Guy that I have no feelings left whatsoever for my husband. I'm already starting it off with a lie. Great. If I knew some magic word that would save my marriage, I would say it. I want to forgive. I want to know how to forgive. I don't owe New Guy anything yet. He's very annoyed with me and rightly so. I'm dicking him around and he senses it. But no. There's no commitment.
I want him to say the things the things my husband used to say to me. I'll believe it. I'll fall in love. I'll try not to f*ck it up this time. I'll try to keep my craziness under control this time. I'll try not to be controlling.
No, he just stands in his yard watching me pull out of his driveway and I think we make indirect eye contact through my rear view mirror. Then he blows up my phone the next day, freaking that I'm taking a while to respond. Knowing that my husband is still in my house. He says it's really annoying. If he's smart, he'll bail real soon.
The beast has me in its jaws and I don't know how to get out. I want to just let it chew me up and eat me. I have a recurring dream in which there's this two mile wide tornado and I'm driving towards it, into the storm, into the wild beast, faster and faster. I wake up when the car starts to lift off the ground. It's disappointing. I'd want to wake up when I'm at the top, looking down on the world before I die. If I just cut my wrists open then I won't have to wait for the tornado to happen. I don't see the way through.