intro

I'm a seasoned blogger. I have another blog that I've had for YEARS. This is a way for me to deal with what's going. To spew the poison that I'm dealing.

Before we get started, let me tell you about myself. I'm married. To Weak Husband, which I will call WH in my posts. We've been married for more than a decade. We have children together. We love each other and we've been through stuff together. And until a few days ago, I trusted him for the most part. Well, I say that but I've always had trust issues. He has done things in our past that made me distrust him. Not outright affairs (though I have suspected) but lots of deception and distrust. It was pervasive, like a poison, seeping through our marriage. It made me doubt myself. For years, my instincts were telling me that he was up to something and lying...but he kept telling me that I was crazy, that I was imagining it, that I was punishing him for things he hadn't done....

Well, I was right all along.

I am married to a Weak Man. WH is smart, handsome, sometimes witty and funny, but more than anything, he's selfish. And manipulative. He's a craftsman at the arts of passive-aggressive warfare. And he's a liar. How old is he? He's 52, but that part doesn't really matter. Age isn't the issue, although I suspect that when his chest hairs started turning gray, he wanted to feel young and hot again.....

Gawd, I really am a rambling fool, aren't I?

Let's talk about my husband some more though...he's really attractive. Maybe too much so. He's not like "stop traffic, drool on your hands" type good looking, but I would guess that the vast percentage of women would say "yep, he's a hunk"....but he's flawed. He has these amazing disarming green eyes. Broad shoulders. Strong legs. Sturdy hands. He's good looking. But you know what comes with that? A Big Fucking Ego from years of misplaced adulation. Well, I see him differently now.

Now about me...I'm in my early 40's, 10 years younger than WH. Although I've taken such good care of him, at my own peril, I actually look my age :( I'm short-ish. I've got a few extra pounds. No one would accuse me of being a SuperModel, but I don't scare small children. I look like a million women. The ones you see in the grocery store aisle. The lady who you pass by in the library. Or your neighbor. I'm Strong Wife.

Now why do I call myself Strong Wife, and call my husband Weak Husband....? Because these past years, many wasted years, I've been the strong one, because he's been too busy jacking off to internet porn. Like I said: no holds barred. You're about to embark on my journey through all of this pain and anger and hopefully, like in Malachi 3:3 and the purifier of silver, I'll come out of this shiny.

But I'm not holding my breath.....Read on if you want. I'm going to writing A LOT....