Healing

Yesterday was magical. I went to My Bride’s graduation. It was a great day. She smiled, big, when she saw me. We had great conversations and had a good time at lunch with our kids. It was great.

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You don’t get to see faces πŸ™‚

Today was special in a different way…

I went to our house to pick up my contacts and drop up a prescription I picked up for her yesterday. We had made arrangements earlier. I’d call our son to let him know I was there. She’d hang out in our room while I got my stuff.

When I arrived I called Son3. I was waiting in the porch when he came out and asked if I was coming in. “Uh, yeah.” I walked in and there sat My Bride on the couch. My heart skipped a beat. I had butterflies in my stomach. “Oh, hey” was the only sly, cool thing that came to mind.

I quickly went and searched for my contacts. I couldn’t find them if course, which irked me. I’m tired of wearing my glasses.

I had set up a time for Son3 and I to shoot skeet. When I had finished looking for my stuff I went to the kitchen where she had been folding laundry. I sat down and told her yesterday was great and I had a good time. She sat down and we talked a minute or two. She said she enjoyed the day as well. “I’m glad we were able to talk. I know we talked serious stuff but anytime I thought you were uncomfortable I tried to steer the conversation to lighter stuff.” I could see her eyes redden and tear up. Her face was moving close to the point of no return for a huge cry. “I’m gonna go hell Son3 get ready.”

The boy and I went to the pond and administered justice to some tree branches (too windy for skeet). I was only able to stick around for awhile. I told him I was having a tough time and needed to go. “It’s fine dad, I understand.”

I took him home and ran in to get my stuff. There she stood, folding laundry.
“I’ve gotta go.”
Ok, I’ll see you later.
“I love you.” I took a step in.
I love you too.

It was clear she didn’t want the hug. I backed off and she began to cry.
“I’ll see you later.”
I walked away and drove off.

About 10 seconds later she texted me. It was pretty cool.
It’s not that I don’t want to hug you. It’s just so hard to say goodbye again.
“I know, saying goodbye really sucks. I know we love each other more deeply than words could explain.”
I love you too. This wouldn’t be so painful if we didn’t love each other so much.

Later, before bed I sent my nightly text.

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It was a tremendous weekend full of hope.

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About MyJourney

I'm a 41 year old married father of 3. I am a sex addict. This blog is to document my progress, recovery and marital growth. Pornography is an evil creation. Let my experiences serve as a warning to all.
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