Well here goes : around 4 years ago was my first ever brakedown, in the middle of which was my husbend first affair. Who could blame him, I did'nt.
The PTSD wife must have drove him to it.
Now,for a few months, off and on I started to question why he never had anything to say when he had been out. So the other night I start asking where he had been , he acted coy, pushed the matter and guess what he was out drinking in a bar . Not so bad . But he,started shouting what are you accusing me of , your mad , off on one. Too which I left the bedroom.
I know he doing it again.
I am feeling crap,used ,unloved