This might hurt but....

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OK so I am going to say some stuff here that I feel. I usually try not to go places that are going to ache me but I need to.
Tomorrow my ex husband will be 46. \
We would be married twenty years in June.
I know nothing is ever one persons fault but I do have alot of guilt over the demise of my first marriage. I was too young, I was not mature enough, blah blah blah.
I hurt someone more than words can say.
I hurt Tim sometimes just so I could feel something from him. He wasnt and still isnt a very outward talkative I dont know.. he didnt meet my emotional needs.
I also had a very high sex drive, and we didnt do that much either. I was a kid, married at 22 baby 23 and just all swirled up inside.
Where am I goin with this tonight, well...
I am sorry to him.
I feel alot of remorse for the pain I caused him. I really think we werent meant to be together for life but that doesnt excuse my really REALLY BAD BEHAVIOR>.
I did alot of cheating. I may have been emotionally needy but I should have just ended the marriage instead of being sneek.
I loved him and I always will. I just wasnt ready for the whole thing and didnt understand the rules until it was too late.
So long story short, I am sorry for hurting you. You never deserved so much. I do hope you find happiness someday and even though we are not together remember I am always a friend.

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