I hate to break up the mouse conversation, but I have more to say.
I missed out part of the story because I didn't think it was relevant, but it just became very relevant. He works with this woman on Saturday nights, and they had a fling. 2 weekends, he went home with her instead of coming home to me. I forgave him and we were working through this.
He has been staying over at her house a few nights a week, he told me he just needed a break from the pain here, and I believed him, sort of. I guess I didn't really believe, I kept asking him what was going on between them, he kept telling me nothing. I kept asking. I guess I knew. He just told me.
He's moving in with her now, I am so devastated that he lied to me, he's snatched away the last thing we had, friendship. I feel like I've been shot. The pain is so great that I daren't cry because I don't want to feel it yet. I can't believe I ignored my instincts and tried to believe him.
I guess I was clinging to the last bit of hope that we could come through this positively. I was hiding from having to hurt. I can't do that any more. It's too much to bear. I feel so alone.
I know I will get through this in the long run, but I don't know what to do right this minute, everything seems pointless. Anger keeps the pain at bay but I don't want to feel anger. I want to be positive, but I don't know how. I feel empty, nothing. The pain is trying to get at me, but I can't face it. I know I have to go through the pain to get out the other side, but I don't think I have the strength right now. It's all been knocked out of me.
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