The Chump Lady Survival Guide to Infidelity: How to Regain Your Sanity After You've Been Cheated On

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After your own experience with a cheater, aren’t you tied of being told what you NEED to do by people who don’t have your emotional and psychological best interests in mind? I had so many friends tell me that one day I’d be grateful, but at that moment, I was in so much pain that I wanted it to end.

It doesn’t matter if I say, “I’m gonna bash your fucking brains in with a rock” or “verrily I doth dash thine grey matter from thine skull lest thee close thine cakehole”, it’s the same thing. I lost someone I loved whom while yes, made the decision to end his life, did not deserve to be treated like he did. If that’s love to you, then you’re a monster who isn’t capable of love and can’t even understand what love is. I grey rocked, didn’t respond at all, and she was upset because “if I had told him to stop (instead of not responding at all) that maybe he would have”. Stalling for time, acting all vague about how they intend to make this right, talking a good game and never coming through on the particulars—these are all ploys to keep them in the affair.I came to see through my own mess that I should only be obligated to those that I choose to be obligated to, and only to the extent that I choose. What this account does highlight is yes, tell and hold the cheater accountable immediately; as hard as it may be. and they’ll post a bunch of shit on their social media using their abuse victim’s suicide to get themselves attention. I don’t like to see violent sexual assaults on tv a la Game of Thrones, so I fast forward through it rather than demand it stops existing.

I kept asking if maybe separating would be a better option as he clearly couldn’t stand to even be in the same room with me.My first marriage only failed because I couldn’t control their POS mother, her lying, her cheating, her continued double life. In a weird kind of way, it’s helpful I suppose, as there was a period of weeks early in the hell of discovery that I fantasized about ending my life. Sometimes I snore, sometimes I leave my socks on the bathroom floor until noon, wrong hair cut, wrong kind of glasses, those sighs and ocassionally rolling eyes at her when trying to work and she insisted getting my attention while I was working so she could describe her latest dream to me which was obviously more important than fixing a sev 1 issue at work (and besides, who knew what I was working on was important, and I had only “can this wait until later?