After reflecting on all your posts this weekend, I feel the need to isolate the one incident/event/lie that hurt the most...I narrowed it down to this:
Aside from all the lying and sex stuff she did after our separation, what truly hurts the most, and I feel is the final catalyst to help me move on, is the fact that she f***ed my friend the night I moved out. Why? Because after 9 years, this should have been a time for her to be sad...reflect on our life together...it was my first night away for the last 9 years...the finale...instead of showing any remorse, or empathy, or nostalgia, or a glimmer that she was going to miss me, she instead slept with my friend 4 hours later...a planned, pre-meditated event where she picked him up at the airport at 9:30 that night and had sex in her car with him.
Before she left my apartment that evening, with all my boxes and stuff strewn around, she stood at the door, opened her arms, and hugged and kissed me. She looked me in the eyes and said she loved me, and said, "we can do this"...glossy eyes but no tears...we can do this was referring to the fact that we can be friends still...but her mind was focused on what she was going to do next ...not on me.
So, with this I'll never forget...this will be the event that trumps all the other cruel and hurtful stuff...and I will use that every time I think about her...I will use this to validate the true woman she really was...
please post feedback...I need it.
Aside from all the lying and sex stuff she did after our separation, what truly hurts the most, and I feel is the final catalyst to help me move on, is the fact that she f***ed my friend the night I moved out. Why? Because after 9 years, this should have been a time for her to be sad...reflect on our life together...it was my first night away for the last 9 years...the finale...instead of showing any remorse, or empathy, or nostalgia, or a glimmer that she was going to miss me, she instead slept with my friend 4 hours later...a planned, pre-meditated event where she picked him up at the airport at 9:30 that night and had sex in her car with him.
Before she left my apartment that evening, with all my boxes and stuff strewn around, she stood at the door, opened her arms, and hugged and kissed me. She looked me in the eyes and said she loved me, and said, "we can do this"...glossy eyes but no tears...we can do this was referring to the fact that we can be friends still...but her mind was focused on what she was going to do next ...not on me.
So, with this I'll never forget...this will be the event that trumps all the other cruel and hurtful stuff...and I will use that every time I think about her...I will use this to validate the true woman she really was...
please post feedback...I need it.
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