I don't know if we are going to make it. I just heard you say you hate your fucking life. Well, I hate that I have been a wonderful wife and great mother for the last 27 years and now, when things should be getting easier they are so fucking HARD! I hate having you tell me that you hate what I'm doing to us. What I'm doing to us?! YOU HAD A FUCKING AFFAIR!

Everything I thought I knew, everything I thought I had in you- in us was turned into a joke the minute you started secretly talking to her. Now, you're acting the injured party when I want access to your facebook, telling me I have to trust you. My god! I had blind faith in you for 27 years! That didn't matter to you at all- you threw it out the window.

I have never, ever put my needs first. My whole adult life, I have put everyone else's needs, their happiness, your happiness first. I've seen signs that say, "if momma ain't happy, nobodies happy," that sure isn't how my life has gone. It's always been : if everyone else is happy then momma can be happy.

I have never asked you for much. And now when I do need things from you, you call me controlling. Say you've reached your limit, can't do anymore. You lied to me and cheated on me for a year. And even after you came back, you had secret phone calls and texts for 2 more months.

I don't know much these days. I know that I love you - I don't know if love will be enough.