It’s Not My Fault

Ron got loaded this afternoon and finally admitted that he’s not happy, that our marriage is in shambles, that he loved Melody, that she was “close to the top” of people he’s loved and that none of this is my fault.

Thank goodness, thank goodness, thank goodness.

I asked him to think about his next move and said we would revisit this on Monday.

I have been tearing myself up over this for years, knowing all this to be true and hoping he would admit it. And he has. Finally.