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I am 2 people.  A woman broken because she put all of her eggs in one basket and her basket was taken.  ...I lost my yellow basket, ...  Anyway, I have noticed that he and I share a pattern of anger and disdain and then when the lights are out and the children are asleep I can share with him that part of me that cannot be for anyone else and he enjoys being with me.  I don't understand it but there it is.  I talk tough and fight it until above all I want to be with him and then I just blurt it out, HE plays hard to get and later tells me that it is all he wanted. 

 

This article should be called "I am my husband's mistress" but I hold to my title as his wife even as I send him on his way.  I tell myself that when I no longer have the title I must not see the man. This is good for me right now because I need to live for myself and the children.  I was so worried about us that I let everything else fall and as much as it hurt I have a chance to fix it.  The rest of it....