Alright, hum along with the tune.....
Should I stay or should I go now?
If I go there will be trouble!
If I stay there will be double!
So you got to let me know..................
Should I stay or should I go now?
This indecisions killing me.
If you don't love me set me free.......
So that's where I am today. This morning, he unemotionally asked me to make a decision on whether I am leaving or not. That the confusion is painful. Well, I agree because I'm feeling it to. I'm tempted to tell him now, but I'm too smart for that. About 30% of his life is logical and clear, the rest is emotional baggage and anger. In other words, if I tell him now that I am leaving, he will be absolutely awful and horrible to live with for the next couple of months. I could go early, but I need to save money to start a new life elsewhere. I know it sounds cruel and calculating, and it is. Some days I feel bad about it, but then I remember how he called me in my fourth week of training, the night before I deploy to tell me he wants a divorce. Forget that I've asked him for one three times and have endured innumerable embarrassments and self-esteem blows, not to mention my career. Then there was the sex dance with a girl here. You know the one. Where you flirt and tease, leading up to the final moment when you cum together. I believe that the moment never came, but the dance is what bothered me. Let's not forget the emotional affair he was having with another girl either.
In all the time I have hated being married to him, it never once crossed my mind to cheat on him, to not be loyal. Yet, I'm gone for two weeks, and that's exactly where he goes. Unbelievable.
Anytime I think it isn't possible that a man can possibly hurt me more than I've been, they find some new inventive way to stick the dagger into me. Surely there must be someone who will just love me without wanting to hurt me.