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This made me tear up a little.
I've honestly just thought I am being stingy, even the basic small things. I feel like any type of stain on surface should be cleaned. I don't want to go over to someone's house and see food stains on their counter or toothpaste splotches on their mirror. If I am really close with them, I'd be able to look past it.
I wish I could say something like that but I don't have anywhere else I can go. I am not financially stable on my own and I do not have family I can reside with.
I would find out if they have kids. If they don't, tell her she has a cheater for a husband. If they do, I'd likely tell her anyway, rather than wasting her life with someone that can't be trusted. Apologise and explain that you only found out after the fact and that she should know.
Every time you have some “nice” thought about the time you had with him, remind yourself of what he really is. It's akin to mentally slapping yourself on the wrist every time you reach for the “cookie jar” of memories.
This made me tear up a little.
I've honestly just thought I am being stingy, even the basic small things. I feel like any type of stain on surface should be cleaned. I don't want to go over to someone's house and see food stains on their counter or toothpaste splotches on their mirror. If I am really close with them, I'd be able to look past it.
I wish I could say something like that but I don't have anywhere else I can go. I am not financially stable on my own and I do not have family I can reside with.
She broke up with you, because she didn’t want to be in a relationship with you anymore. Pretty simple
I would find out if they have kids. If they don't, tell her she has a cheater for a husband. If they do, I'd likely tell her anyway, rather than wasting her life with someone that can't be trusted. Apologise and explain that you only found out after the fact and that she should know.
Every time you have some “nice” thought about the time you had with him, remind yourself of what he really is. It's akin to mentally slapping yourself on the wrist every time you reach for the “cookie jar” of memories.