To kick me while I'm down.

I always seem to crash and burn just when things start to look up. 60% visibility quickly changes to 0%.

Today I learned some news that slapped me in the face and made me it's bitch. My soon-to-be ex husband has a 4 month old daughter. After careful calculations were performed, I determined that the time of conception was about 3 months before we split. The final months we were together was the point in our marriage where we were trying to save our relationship. I mean, where I was trying to save our relationship.

The last 2 years of our marriage were heinous. I was the faithful wife who stayed home with the baby. He was the dick head. I wasn't naive, though. I knew he was marking his territory all around town. I just lied to myself. I lied to other people. But I knew. While I was at home in bed all alone, he was out giving my son a sister.

My son has a sister because his daddy cheated on his mommy.

I'm not in tears. I don't love him anymore, and I honestly wouldn't care if I never see him again. It's just slowly solidifying my up and coming decision to become a lesbian.