It is *checks watch* 3.30pm, but I’m going to publish this post on a time-release.
I have spent the last hour in tears. It feels as though I have nothing left, no future, nothing to carry on for.
I am now angry at my childish naivety; that I let this woman almost destroy my life with her first affair, and forgave her and rebuilt our lives together, so she could have another go at ripping everything away from me.
Her first affair was bad enough, but the things she has done to me this time, coupled with the brutal manner she has done them, have killed me.
I have gone back over the secret blog and edited the entries to include the names of the people she’s been fucking and/or fucking about with.
I don’t know what’s left for me. I don’t see any future, just bleakness.