I’m running on pure emotion tonight.
I’ve never given much thought to the stereotypical “woman scorned”. I feel it now.
Granted I’ve always been emotional, but I haven’t reached this level since my teens. You know, teenage broken heart, writing poetry etc.
When I told my dad and my sister that John ,was cheating on me, I asked that neither of them say they weren’t surprised. They didn’t, but Ellen did say “your marriage was always bad anyway”. That is the same as she “wasn’t surprised”, therefore I shouldn’t be as upset as I am.
When you are betrayed by your brain all your life, everything surprises you. I hung on to him all these 27 years because I thought I loved him. I did love him. I do love him. It doesn’t matter how wrong it is, I do.
God I hate him.
I do believe myself when I say I won’t go back to him.
To be able to give him the adoration his narcissistic ego needs to survive, this woman is either as needy as he is or as broken as I was.
Feeling crushed tonight.
Times like these I just really want to give in to my illness and feel sorry for myself. I don’t feel like being strong and “high functioning”.
Remember my “Stinging Tears” post? It almost happened again at work today. I am blessed to be working so closely with a woman who is so like me and then again not. I need a man like that.
This time she was in the office with me and offered to leave me in there, close the door and shut the blinds. A little humor goes a long way when your life and emotions feel like they are spiraling down like flushing a toilet bowl. Not the most eloquent analogy, but for some reason that is the mental image that comes to mind.
I have been doing a little spying. No, because this blog is all about honesty, A LOT OF SPYING! I’ve found out through and overheard conversations that someone is not being truthful with me. In face I feel completely betrayed and revolted by what I have overheard by accident. It really was by accident. He was so drunk in the hot tub he didn’t realize how loud he was talking. I also know he thinks I am a complete moron and couldn’t possibly find his secrets.
The bastard has turned me into an obsessed individual looking for anything I can get my hands on. Rummaging through drawers, digging through paperwork and buying a USB recording device that I either leave casually on the table or placed in my bra.
Because this is so against my nature, I am torturing myself with my own behavior! What the hell have I turned into? I know I can’t use this information to help me with the divorce, but I just need to know.
Why do I need to know? I have been living under a narcissist my whole life, 23 years with my mother and 27 with my husband. I can never seem to get it through my thick head that I will never feel justified. I can’t hear another self-affirmation again. I can’t try another “healthy or mature way to take this betrayal” Is taking the high road all that great? The only person it really helps is the offender. The victim is still left with feelings of unworthiness.
I want to shred his clothes. I want to key his truck. I want to tell his mother. I want to make him suffer. Even though it doesn’t make me feel better in the moment, the best punishment for him is for me to outsmart him.
He really shouldn’t underestimate me. I’m not as dumb as he has always told me I am.