I feel a little rush of anger every time I tell my children that they can’t have something they want. It wasn’t bad when I thought we couldn’t afford it. Now that I know we could have afforded it if my husband hadn’t gambled away our money, I get angry.
Not a lot angry.
Not really.
I won’t allow it. Anger is too all encompassing, and if I allow myself to feel it, I’m afraid it will fester.
Afraid it will overwhelm me.
Is there an instruction manual for surviving spousal betrayal?
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