Worst part of the Halloween season by far is putting the fentanyl and razor blades in the Snickers. It's so much work and I feel like the kids never even notice anyway. Not sure I'll even bother this year.
If my husband cheated on me I’d be heartbroken.
If my husband cheated on me with an employee who I let hang out with our kids I’d be irate.
If my husband dressed me and his side chick as thing 1 and thing 2 for Halloween in front of a global audience I’d gut him like a pig.
I am sorry but Women need to learn more accountability. You are not a baby for crying out loud. Be responsible for all the outcomes of your decisions. Stop blaming partners and friends. Be an adult.
I’m almost grateful things ended the way they did, because you were never going to change and I was always going to find another reason to stay. I kept hoping that love would be enough to make things different. I kept giving chances, making excuses and holding on to the person I believed you could become, even when I was the only one trying to keep us together. I think the hardest part was realising that if you hadn’t walked away, I might have spent years convincing myself to accept less than I deserved just because I loved you. It takes losing someone to finally stop losing yourself trying to make them love you better. Maybe the ending I once wished I could undo was the very thing that saved me from spending the rest of my life waiting for you to become someone you never intended to be.