A letter to... my husband’s girlfriend

I hope your boyfriend 's wife is not shocked to write this letter. Obviously, I do not exist in your world. At least not at the moment. You have to collect the sons you lived in. I must believe that I am dead.

I am not dead. At least for the moment we live together. We are still sharing beds (not because I have found what you are talking about)

When sending a message with text, emoji, kiss, I am helping his new phone (he is never technically good). With your mobile phone number, you can easily find your social media profile and find your address in the voter list. You live a few miles from his office. I have never searched his phone before. I do not have a reason. It feels like it is still wrong, please spy on your conversation

I am not mad at you. You are too young, familiar, you do not know what you have integrated. I am not angry with him. He is very sick.

I have been supporting him for many years because I accept this disease and refuse to take treatment to exacerbate depression.

It took me hours to listen to what accused him of hampering the great success and perception he deserved him. I supported him with unsuccessful business investment, house relocation, change of career. I tried to make him happy by turning over his life. It took me a long time to realize that I could not do this. I can not do that either.

I have found you, so I began feeding him. I asked a harmless question, I saw him tell a lie to me. This can be done easily. My friend gently reminded that he cheated on me from the beginning - about his age, his ex-wife, his son of adults. About participation in the military

You believe he is a heroic single father playing with parenting while playing with his high flight career. I think he is already full. He put your meal and hotel bill in a secret credit card. I am selling things on eBay to pay for Christmas.

Is he sick? Or is he a liar? In any case, there is no one I love. I hope that you can see the light faster than I do. I hope that a lie will not hurt your heart. You just deserve more than someone's support. I wish you a prince of yours is attractive

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Now my husband has a long distance girlfriend. He often communicates with her in words and spends time with her. He sent me their pictures, and we were spoken through FaceTime. She is familiar with the superiority of our marriage to my existence and their relationship, and I know his relationship with her and the scope of his activities. I talked about the possibility of developing coincident friendships to more things, agreeing at the borders and maintaining an open communication channel.

A few years ago I lived with her friends in Bloomington, Indiana. She has a colleague, I called Diana. Diane waited for a table at the bar where my girlfriend is working to support a man who was her unemployed husband, a man I called Bobby. Bobby is a tough man of the working class who likes to show off. I did not hesitate to say so, but I understand that this made my girlfriend, and I have a potential conflict with a very violent person. (Not to mention a person who can hurt us: when I saw Bobby for the first time, he picked up me, a firefighter - I took him to the sky staircase. It weighs more than 200 pounds, but since childhood no one has taken over.

Early in the morning of November 21, 2002, my husband and children were still asleep, I sat on a table in the kitchen and heard the message of love of my girlfriend, but my husband did not know for 20 years did. A few months later I was dragged into the family court and spent considerable money nearly six years to protect him from false accusations, including cruel and inhumane treatment and sexual abandonment. At that time, New York was not a negligent divorce; if it did not reach an agreement, the only way to stop marriage was to prove that your spouse made a misoperation. I did not agree to divorce. And I did not make a feasible mistake. But this did not prevent lawyers and judges from uniting me, but encouraged me to resolve rather than exercise the right to defend.