Hi kells76, Thank you for reaching out.
Today is the 31st of January, and today was the day I finally walked away. Hey, that sounds like a lyric to a country song. ugh
There has been a tether between the two of us for the past couple of months, and that was that was the help I was giving her with her start up business. This morning I had to telephone her local sign contractor concerning a design file that I sent him for her sign. During the conversation he mentioned that he hadn’t even spoken with her, because he had been dealing with her “business partner, Frank.”
Who’s Frank? Frank is a 78 year old local business man that she had been “working” for eight years prior to leaving his employ 6 months ago. He’s 78. She’s 46. It’s spinning my head to find out that all of this time, she has been cuddling up with this guy that she claimed to be a narcissistic abuser. I know, this sounds a little far-reaching, but I will tell you that this radical unveiling of painful truth just might have been the best thing that could’ve ever happened to me considering everything that I have been through with this woman.
So I texted her, and asked her if Frank was her business partner, and she denied it, until she could deny it no more, and that’s when the flagrant four-letter words started flying from her texting fingertips, and she called me sick and twisted, and severely deranged. Which, if my spidey-sense are working correctly, are the words that describe the way she feels about herself.
How could I have been so stupid? I mean, I’m Irish, I’m supposed to be impervious to this sorta-thing? Or was that psychoanalysis? Ask Sigmond.
Anyway, so I’m still in shock after today’s discoveries, most of which was her admitting to cheating on me throughout the relationship. “I will F___ who I want to, and it’s none of your business! You don’t add anything to my life so you can F’off.”. Brilliant.

Someone said I should seek out a CODA meeting in my city. Then someone else told me that they’re a useless waste of time. I’m just spinning as the night grows darker, and that ever-present evening based heaping helping of anxiety slowly creeps in. I’m not a praying man, but perhaps it’s worth a shot.
Slainte’