Somewhere this week Huma Abedin is bitchslapping herself. If anyone ever was a good example of a bad example for reconciling with a serial cheating fuckwit, it’s her. How much worse could it be? Oh, hey, your husband’s wandering dick and penchant for underage sexting could could trigger an FBI investigation and influence an election. But whatever!
How many more innocents must suffer because of Anthony Weiner’s weiner?
Okay, with all the dire warnings I give about reconciling, even I could not have foreseen such a clusterfuck. But the situation does underscore an unpleasant truth about reconciling — you will pay a serious price for staying.
Now, the conventional wisdom on this is I’m glad I did it anyway. I had to be sure. I didn’t want to be a quitter. Those aren’t my values. I wanted to save my family.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. I said those things myself. And maybe I believe them, or once did. However the further out I get from it all, the more I wish I had just bolted at the first D-Day. I marvel at my chumpdom and the colossal spackle edifices I built, and I cringe. Thus this site. You all have the benefit of my stupidity.
It’s funny I’ve never asked this before — but today let’s list what the costs were of staying. Did you lose more money? A job opportunity? Your last chance to have kids?
Was it worse than you knew? At what cost did you stay?