I don't *like* putting my dirty laundry out there but I can't be normal and act like everything is ok. Everything is not ok. It's actually pretty messed up. I saw some texts exchanged between Josh and a girl (her name was Shiloh) on his phone. I called her and she hung up on me. I'm not going to lie, I slapped him hard. It felt good. I wish I could beat him. I think that would make me feel better. I normally don't check his phone or email or anything but I had a weird feeling. Just subtle changes and something didn't feel right. I knew in my gut but I didn't want it to be true. He's a good guy. I never would think he would be capable of hurting me this way. Not my Josh. He would not cheat and break my heart.
I wish I could unsee what I saw. Maybe then my heart would not be broken into pieces. I feel like I have been punched in my gut. I feel stupid, unwanted and furious. He's all "I love you, I love our family and you mean the world to me and I'm sorry." Blah, blah fucking blah.
I hope I can forgive him. I will never, ever forget though. I'm always going to wonder and worry. What if it happens again? Am I not good enough? Why?? I take care of the kids, our home, fold your clothes, cook your meals. I love with all my heart.
Part of me wants to hurt him back. To make him feel this pain I am feeling. Like my heart is ripped out. Is it possible to die from heartbreak?
I wish I could lay in bed with covers over my head and cry for days. The worst part is having to pretend to be ok for the kids. Tomorrow I go visit SG's new preschool and meet her teacher. How do I get up and face the day and go on when I am falling apart inside? I have to carry on even though I want to break down.
I will never be the same, we will never be the same. He ruined that. Please say a prayer for me, for my kids. Thank you.