"And my baby's name is Amy. And her mommy's name is Aimee. And her sister's name is Aimy"
A good evening and tuck in with Jordan, and that's all I really need. She's who I am here for. I'm here for you too if you want to talk with me, but this at me berate needs to stop. "We'll you can just take all your shit and go, leave me with an empty house, I don't care." I do. And I wouldn't do that. This is my home too, we built it together. A mistake, on so many levels now. We should have bought that house we looked at last year, I recognize now because maybe it would have reminded you of our equal commitments to the family. Though all the work we did together should have done that too. It did for me anyway.
You are worried now that I'm going to snap. You don't feel comfortable in the house because of that. Harsh words and they cut because I am not a freak out person like that and you know it. You're just trying to push me into being the ass in this.
"Let's recap briefly, YOU are the one having the affair."
"It's not an affair because we were drifted and I told him we were just roommates."
"Really? And you didn't tell me this?"
"No, I didnt want to hurt you. So I hid it. And did it behind your back."
"That's kind of a classic definition of an affair, isn't it?"
Now, I can go back to my house, since it hasn't sold yet and the renters are gone, but I'm left feeling very not good about doing that yet. Maybe because doing that will feel like going back in time and like none of this happened. I don't want that. I could take the time for renovations to make it new, leave everything here but the guitars and sit in an empty house but I do that and I've lost Jordan. This, of course doesn't seem to bother you. Thanks for adding to the wounds on that one.
You are worried now that I'm going to snap. You don't feel comfortable in the house because of that. Harsh words and they cut because I am not a freak out person like that and you know it. You're just trying to push me into being the ass in this.
"Let's recap briefly, YOU are the one having the affair."
"It's not an affair because we were drifted and I told him we were just roommates."
"Really? And you didn't tell me this?"
"No, I didnt want to hurt you. So I hid it. And did it behind your back."
"That's kind of a classic definition of an affair, isn't it?"
Now, I can go back to my house, since it hasn't sold yet and the renters are gone, but I'm left feeling very not good about doing that yet. Maybe because doing that will feel like going back in time and like none of this happened. I don't want that. I could take the time for renovations to make it new, leave everything here but the guitars and sit in an empty house but I do that and I've lost Jordan. This, of course doesn't seem to bother you. Thanks for adding to the wounds on that one.