Re: Myself and significant other
No worries Terry you haven't offended me. An even hand is sometimes called for in such an emotive subject. Also it is very true that you guys are only hearing one side of the story, sadly she would probably go ballistic if she saw this topic typed up here so my story will have to suffice.
To give my wife her dues, things have been dull and predictable. I've hardly showered her with gifts or made her feel special, perhaps that is the reason she looked for affection elsewhere. She did actually say it was attention, almost as though any man would do. I think in the immediate aftermath that's why I went hell for leather on the DIY, to buy her loyalty? I think I've lapsed back into old habits though, when you battle anxiety/depression it doesn't always leave room for romance. Not to mention her own illnesses.
Which brings me to your observation Carnation. How did she manage to get a lift to a town 15 miles away, then proceed to a relative's house and get blind drunk where I found her that night, slumped on their bathroom floor? I had to fetch her back because all her so called family were too blitzed to do it. She drank almost a full bottle of whiskey that day, despite hardly ever drinking and on top of her medication. She said she drank because of what she did earlier that day.
I remember that morning. Her relative was due to fetch her, I had got half way to my Dad's but pulled over to phone her. Something made me do it, a gut feeling? I got upset and said I loved her, she never asked me to come back. She went ahead and that's what really kills, I'll never forget that.
Thank you Terry, WiseMonkey, pulisa and Carnation, your input is much valued.
PS - it was a one-off WiseMonkey, hopefully will stay that way but just once is bad enough. I've told her I would be gone if it happened again, I won't be made a fool of.
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'It was a wedding ring, destined to be found in a cheap hotel, lost in a kitchen sink, or thrown in a wishing well' - Marillion, Clutching at Straws, 1987