I keep having thoughts about Mark and that he brought HER into my house when I thought that I was giving him time and space to figure things out and of course allowing him to live there while he looked for a new place.
I moved out of MY home to make it easier on him and he totally betrayed everything - having her there almost everynight (which I didn't find out until a few weeks later), her cooking him meals with MY pots and pans, sleeping in MY bed with her...
Playing happy house I guess

I keep wondering when it all actually started.. were the late nights at work really late nights... etc.

Usually I am able to blank out the thoughts (it took a few months but I was able to sort of shake my head and get rid of the images). This week it's all back with full force...
When I change my bed linen now think of him and her in MY bed...

Just needed a little rant.

I am hoping that next week I'll be back on the right track again. I see my T next week so he should be able dig a little deeper and see what's going on in my head.