My H refused to say that sex with her was good, and in fact would only say that it was "...frequent." Also, she spent long, unhurried hours with him (while I worked my ass off and didn't abandon our children.) Goody for him, I say.
The sound I can't get out of my head is his phone alerting him that she was texting him IN MY HOME. And with dead shark eyes, he flatly admitted that, yes, this was an indication he had seen her earlier that day and had sex with her. And, so, her presence invaded my home. No doubt she was marking him, like a dog lifting its leg.
She can have him.
But he can't have me.
And I think he misses me.
Take your power back, sister.
"I will never do to OW what I did to you."
"Weeeeeeeell, enjoy it. Enjoy the purity of your relationship, mister. You'll never have with her what you had with me. In fact, you'll never have me again, so don't plan on leaving OW. Your best bet is to try to live like it was worth it--really work hard to make it count."
Bleah.
To love is to value. Only a rationally selfish man, a man of self-esteem, is capable of love—because he is the only man capable of holding firm, consistent, uncompromising, unbetrayed values. The man who does not value himself, cannot value anything or anyone. --Ayn Rand