Fast forward...I'm still withmy anti-type, Paul, and I have come to the realization that he is the man I was meant to be with. (I can't believe I just wrote that...). In April we celebrated our first anniversary and our feelings for each other keep growing stronger and stronger every day. He knows everything about me, I still have some things to figure out about him.
After almost 1 1/2 years together I have yet to see his apartment or meet any of his family members. We have talked about this, his only "issue", though it does leave a big question mark...I promised myself I would not live in denial any more, so I don't want to be caught off guard if it turns out he has dead bodies buried in his apartment. It's too cliched that he would have a wife. It's not that, I feel that in my heart. We share so much about each other's lives I trust this mystery will play out soon. I'm tired and I avoid.
Divorce papers are being drawn, finally. This sep-husband of mine is no longer a friend. Our lovely daughter graduated from middle school last week and on her graduation day, eagerly and innocently perused pictures in her father's camera, only to find pictures of his penis, in a state of, well, an erection. My poor innocent baby has never even seen one before, let alone witness her father's in that state. What a violation, disgusting and unacceptable behavior. That man is never allowed to step foot in my apartment ever...again!
My kids came with me to my therapy session this morning..
I'm tired, it's been one helluva week. I'll get back to you...missed ya!
love, mona
