Scared to say...

That maybe people can change. Maybe he is one of them. He's a great Dad. I can't deny that whatsoever. He's loving, attentive, and fun. She loves him and as much as I love that sometimes I want to scream at her to stop smiling at a man who has put me through hell. No matter what I won't put her in the middle.

Now that the baby is here we can get divorced. I've been thinking about it a lot. I think he knows it too.

Guess what! All the sudden he's the man and husband I'd lost months ago. He pays attention to me...asks about my day...helps out around the house. Yes! My husband helps out without me asking! He holds me and tells me he loves me. And as much as I love him for changing I have to wonder if it's all a clever ruse...a fascade. A lie. Another mother fucking lie.

So it's day by day. Sometimes hour by hour. I might smile and seem happy in pictures but that's probably because I love my daughter more than life itself and as pissed off and broken as I still am I am also happier than I ever have been. She's my life and no matter what I will always do my best to never ever let her down.

I'm just so tired of this shit. Tired of wondering. Recently I've realized that the not knowing is keeping me from moving past it. Everytime I ask I get the same answer and I don't think I'll ever know. Not knowing sucks. Would I forgive being cheated on? I really don't know. But as of now since I really don't know what to forgive I don't know that I can move forward completely. I'll always look back.

Sometimes I think starting over would be easier. Can I be a single mother?

Proud

You know what? I'm pretty proud of myself today. I realized that going to counseling really has taught me a few things and this time when the sexting issue resurfaced I was calmer, more rational, and clearer in the head. I'm not by any means saying his actions were ok with me. What I am saying is that I've been responding rationally and much better than I did the first time and that's because of counseling.

Because of counseling, I accept and realize that Husband feels the need to sext because he is insecure about himself and that his insecurity is not my issue. I cannot control him and only how I react. If he's going to cheat then he'll find a way, cell phone or no cellphone...texts or no texts.

Because of counseling, I also accept, realize, and understand that our marriage probably will not make it if he doesn't put the effort in to work on his issues. If our marriage doesn't survive I can honestly say that I will have done everything I could have and been committed to it. I know I'll be able to walk away without a regret if the time comes since I've upheld my half of the deal.

I don't want this marriage to end; however, I will not remain in a relationship where I cannot trust my partner.

That Sarah Maclaughlin Song...

"I'm so tired and I can't sleep. Standing on the edge of something much to deep. Its funny how we feel so much but cannot say a word...we are screaming inside, oh we can't be heard."

What's that song called? Its kind of the soundtrack to my life at the moment. Every time I hear it on my iPod it feels like she's singing about my life and my situation. How could she know exactly how I'm feeling? How has anyone gotten through feeling like this song describes? Some days I wonder if I'll feel truly happy. I have things to be happy about, but true happiness, is it possible? I often wonder what it could be like to feel that type of satisfaction on such a high level.

And to quote Ariel, "how could a world with so many beautiful things be so bad?" I'm trying so hard to stay positive and be thankful of all that I am blessed with but sometimes its so hard. I often find myself forcing my mind to realize what I do have to be thankful- a daughter on the way, a roof over my head, food, clothes, a car, loving parents, a job. Rather, I've found it is so much easier to dwell on what isn't right- bills that go unpaid, a marriage that might end before our daughter comes, and the emotional distress I'm under at the moment.


Living in purgatory is cruel. On one hand I feel some sense of obligation and responsibility to stick this out. People say you have to live the lows to know the highs, right? On the other hand, I want to stop hurting so my instincts are to just leave. It has worked in the past so wouldn't it work now? Some days are ok and some moments are good. There are just as many if not more bad days and moments filled with utter sadness, rage, and betrayal. How can it be fair to live like this?

People ask how I'm doing and I smile and say that I'm ok. I feel badly for lying but I don't want to air my dirty laundry. Sometimes I want to scream out loud for the world to hear that my husband has been the biggest asshole, liar, and deserves an honorable mention as shitty husband of the year.

So if there hasn't been physical cheating yet and all the sexting was just a "mistake and error in judgement" both times (that I know of) do I stay or walk. Sam, that's the million dollar question.

I'm so tempted to just get in the car and drive away without looking back. I've clawed my way up and ran faar away from shit holes before and I know I can again...but do I this time?

How much is enough when it comes to your marriage?

Progress...?

We went to counseling which did help. Husband saw my raw hurt all over again and really listened to and processed the counselor's opinions on dishonesty and infidelity. Husband hadn't really connected his actions with infidelity since there was no physicality to the situation. I've been going to individual counseling to deal with my new trust issues, self esteem issues, and just to process the situation. It has really been helping. I've learned techniques to stop my anxiety when I start the "what if" thinking and most importantly I have learned that Husband's actions are related to his own self esteem issues. To be perfectly frank, I now think it's sad that he felt the need to validate himself by having that type of relationship with someone. I mean, really, when you think about it that really is sad. However, that's not my issue to conquer- that's all his!

So there's been some baby steps in progress. I'd be a huge liar if I said it was all better or that things are fine and dandy. Things aren't fine and dandy. Sometimes they are ok and sometimes they absolutely suck but we are working through it. We are trying to work on our marriage and get things together before Lima Bean arrives in Sept. I know he's trying but I still go back and forth from healing to rage/hurt/anxiousphyschobitch sometimes. I've learned to recognize what triggers a strong reaction from me in regards to remembering that situation and I try and pick and choose when I allow myself to react strongly.

So.............
It's a girl!!!! We are expecting a daughter!!! Seeing my husband with the scanner gun in Babies R Us registering for pink stuff brought joyful tears to my eyes. I know that no matter what happens he'll be a good dad and will love his baby girl to the ends of the Earth.

I started my new job and things are ok. I am well over qualified but I keep reminding myself that any job around here is a good job. I'm still not sure if I'm keeping the job after Eden/Zooey comes but I'd like to work at least part time. I'm crossing my fingers that they'll let me work part time next year..

Epic Fail Sex

2 nights ago we had epic fail sex. I was definitely feeling the urge in that department and thought I'd try and spice things up. I put on a cute lingerie set and was looking at myself in disgust because it made me look fat. I didn't look pregnant just pudgy and it immediately ruined the mood for me but there he was. I told him I was just about to take the outfit off and he didn't say anything. He didn't say he liked it and he didn't try to stop me. He didn't come for me in that carnal way lingerie usually does. In fact he just laid on the bed. I felt stupid and was trying not to cry so I laid down on the bed facing away from him. Finally I just sat up and said "I feel stupid and ridiculous. I feel like I look fat and you aren't even reaching for me." He replied that me saying he was going to take the outfit off was a turn off. We went back and forth bickering and finally we were both silent. A few minutes went by and he reached for me. Everything else melted away and I just got into it. Five minutes into it he finished and left me hanging. Literally got me all excited and didn't finish the job. He didn't apologize or anything. I took the coldest shower in the world and cried till there was nothing left.

The next day I tried my very best to put it behind me as an epic sex fail. We haven't had many so I just chalked it up to a bad night and went on my way. The next night I jokingly told him that he owed me for the night before and he looked at me like I was nuts. I made a move for him and got the whole "Its 11 and I'm working tomorrow so I wake up at 5:30." All I could think is what the hell?! I'd been waiting for him all night to come to me and make up for the bad sex the night before and he didn't. So now I'm just over it. Honestly the last 2 months of my life has made me wish I'd gone the lesbien route.

Make it or break it

We had one of those make it or break it conversations Thursday night. I laid it out on the table and flat out said I wouldn't stick around if anything even remotely shady every happened again and if he didn't shape up quick-style that I'd leave and he could fight for joint custody in court. I asked him the questions all over again about what did and didn't happen and where he was. He was remorseful. He apologized. He cried. He told me how guilty he's been feeling. As much as I believe him, I also don't. Maybe that's because I'm hormonal or bitter but I want to believe him. In fact, I really want to believe in him again. I told him to man up, own up, and stop being a shitty husband. Me telling him he's been being a shitty husband really struck a nerve with him. I could see in his eyes that something sunk in. Maybe that's a good thing...honestly, I don't even know anymore.

I like to think I'm a forgiving person. I like to think that our marriage is strong enough to get through anything and that ultimately love conquers all. Does it?

Monday afternoon I have a meeting with a lawyer to discuss my rights to our property and stuff just in case. Seriously, its just in case. Knowledge is power and I'm not going to take this situation lightly. I also have to ask some questions about child custody and if I'll be able to take our child to another state or if I'll be stuck here forever. I feel a little guilty about going... like I'm giving or something but that isn't the case. I'm not giving up...I'm empowering myself.

Still sometimes its so hard not to physically hurt him. Or even emotionally hurt him. Being vindictive is something I contend with in general and in this situation not taking revenge is one of the hardest parts.

Its also been hard because I don't feel like I have any type of release. I can't or haven't been able to really kick back and I'm wound tighter than a spring. Usually I'd go get drinks and go dancing with girlfriends but since I don't really have friends here and can't drink that isn't going to happen. I honestly don't know how to release the anger and it scares me sometimes.