It's nearly 12 pm. My hands are covered with paint as I prepare my home for viewing by the estate agents. I'm tired and emotional.
Earlier in the day, I watched my youngest son, the no 1 seed in a tennis tournament (which is based on his past record) crash out in the second round to an opponent with not even half his talent. It's tough watching your child be defeated but when only three years ago they won a national tennis title at Wimbledon it's a lot harder.
And I wonder why I wasted so much of my life with someone who has created so much havoc in our lives and who, even now, refuses to rise above his narcissistic self-esteem issues to salvage anything for his children.
There is such a burning anger in me. I know I should let it go or it may destroy me. But right now, when he has taken so much from me, destroyed every aspect of our marriage, stripped me of my family inheritance and the ability to secure the future for my children through his foolish actions, there is no forgiveness in me.
Nor will there ever be.
I have now cast aside all my trust, patience, forgiveness and my love.
And I will use my anger to drive me forward.
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