The mail just arrived...and in it was a bill for an engagement ring my husband has bought for his 'girlfriend'. Sigh....he's behind in the payments, of course...nothing new there, but why would he have the bills delivered here - to my home, the place that used to be our home?
While I struggle to survive, he's out buying jewelery... While I try to move on, the mailman keeps bringing me stuff that rekindles the hurt - and increases the pain.
I don't understand....I just don't understand. Every time I try to get up I get knocked down again. I'm not a teenager any more....I just don't bounce back the way I used to.