This is one of Sunday's secrets from Postsecret. I read it. And then I read the discussion board on the topic. So many women have been so hurt by their husbands having affairs.
I wish she would send me a letter; but at the same time I hope she never finds out. I hope one day I can be the one to end things. I could now, don't get me wrong. The emotional attachment is still minimal, but it increases every day, which is so foreign to me that I kind of like it.
I dyed my hair last night. I am on such an impulsive, reckless streak. Apparently I am determined to self-destruct.
I hate liars. I love my friends. Seriously, life is good--other than the school/work situation.