Choices And Me
OUR CHOICES MAKE US WHO WE ARE

Came home after looking at an apartment, forgot how small they were, and decided to sort through the pictures. I didn't want to do it, ut thought that a good cry would make me feel better. I sorted through them making sure we each had pics from over the years and of special events. I can't help but think that maybe had she done this she might have asked herself why am I leaving now that he has finally seen the light?
I think her emotional affair is clouding her choices, and how her choices will play out between us and between the kids. I want her back, and she knows that even though I have not been calling her as of late. I think its funny that one minute you can be in such a good mood and distracted, and the next be crying and asking yourself why is this happening to me and my family. I prey to god that the coming months make me stronger, and make her see that she may not have done the right thing...
OUR CHOICES MAKE US WHO WE ARE
Wrote a letter to Reed telling him that I won't be calling for awhile because of his ability to make me feel sorry …
While I don't really feel this way so much anymore, I remember a time not TOO, too long ago when I felt exactly …