This morning I woke up early to get a better grip on this disaster of a house I walked into. I had to buy a new bedroom set and it was delivered last night. It was late so I didn't have time to put clothes away, so this morning, I started sorting thru clothes and I found a pair of womens capri pants, size 10. I am not a 10 and never have been. So my suspicion had been true, he did find someone else...just didn't want to admit to me...and I didn't want to accept that it could be true.
Does it make it better or worse? Yes and no. I felt a quick flood of anger and distrust take a huge bite out of my heart, and it just made me sad.