Frank

Around the time of my arthroscopy, I ended up having another lap, and having ovarian cysts removed, again.

I told Charles that I thought that I might need to see a therapist and that maybe I did have some problems from being abused. His response was anger that I had "falsely advertised" myself. I just didn't know that I had issues when we met. Mostly, abandonment issues. I just wanted his love and support so that I could seek therapy and learn how to heal.

That didn't happen. Charles was angry at me. Nearly every day he let me know that he was unhappy with me. I felt broken, lost, and alone.

Then came Frank. A neighbor who started to tell me nice things. Talked about spending time with me. Taking me out for the Anniversary that Charles had neglected.

I believed him. It's sad. I started an affair with this sweet talking man. In the end he left me feeling used. Which is pretty much the truth. He used me when he wanted to and paid no attention to me afterwards. I broke it off after a year and a half. I shouldn't have let it last that long but I had hope that he really did love me. Sad and pathetic, huh?