<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644284887373855218</id><updated>2011-07-08T14:32:28.176-04:00</updated><category term='spouse'/><category term='general thoughts'/><category term='depression'/><category term='lying'/><title type='text'>What You Can't Tell Anyone Else...</title><subtitle type='html'>...You Can Post Here</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwouldnttellanyone.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644284887373855218/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwouldnttellanyone.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>anon1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655823085030563766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644284887373855218.post-7835141468775848248</id><published>2010-09-02T00:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T00:11:42.159-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lying'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depression'/><title type='text'>three</title><content type='html'>i'm starting to realize depression's always been bubbling up inside of me...&lt;br /&gt;but now that i'm a mom, it's been fighting to get out.&amp;nbsp; maybe so i could just DEAL with it already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've tried several times to deal with depression.&lt;br /&gt;i've been told those several times that i am not, in fact, depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted this blog to be my outlet.&amp;nbsp; and then i fell into my own little rabbit hole and couldn't make sense or get my feelings out enough to make them relatable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my husband's lies only compound my feelings of failure.&amp;nbsp; in so many regards.&lt;br /&gt;i'm afraid if i start talking i'll never shuttup.&lt;br /&gt;so i've been absent for many months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have not yet promoted the blog- so i have no other people's stories to post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to feel better.&lt;br /&gt;about my marriage.&lt;br /&gt;about my life.&lt;br /&gt;now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7644284887373855218-7835141468775848248?l=iwouldnttellanyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwouldnttellanyone.blogspot.com/feeds/7835141468775848248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644284887373855218&amp;postID=7835141468775848248&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644284887373855218/posts/default/7835141468775848248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644284887373855218/posts/default/7835141468775848248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwouldnttellanyone.blogspot.com/2010/09/three.html' title='three'/><author><name>anon1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655823085030563766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644284887373855218.post-6367433274958137083</id><published>2010-04-19T07:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T07:30:08.512-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lying'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spouse'/><title type='text'>two</title><content type='html'>Unfortunately, I'm constantly wondering what so many others out there are as well:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will it ever be better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't imagine things will ever be the same between my husband and I, since I had found out he had been lying to me the whole time we have been together (the better part of 15 years).&amp;nbsp; I have struggled daily with this realization for over a year now.&amp;nbsp; And he is right--- I have not gotten over it (and don't really know how, actually).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The action(s) he has lied to me about hurt me.&amp;nbsp; They make me question who he is- and why we're even together.&amp;nbsp; But the lying itself has completely changed me.&lt;br /&gt;I can't stop feeling like a gullible schmuck.&amp;nbsp; I can't stop feeling disgusted with him because he could be so tremendously callous and lie quite easily (repeatedly) to my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To my face&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to stop some parts of me from being angry.&amp;nbsp; I worry that he will pass this horrible characteristic on to our little girl.&amp;nbsp; It's disrespectful and damaging.&amp;nbsp; And I take it (way too) seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm numb to the fact that he really has made some changes in this regard.&amp;nbsp; I feel silly putting him on a "pedestal" because Lo! he isn't lying.&amp;nbsp; Well, congratufuckinlations.&amp;nbsp; You are treating me like a normal human being.&amp;nbsp; Do you want a medal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like we are at a standstill.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Living with this knowledge for over a year.&lt;br /&gt;And it still hurts me like when I first discovered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously- I just don't know how to repair this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7644284887373855218-6367433274958137083?l=iwouldnttellanyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwouldnttellanyone.blogspot.com/feeds/6367433274958137083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644284887373855218&amp;postID=6367433274958137083&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644284887373855218/posts/default/6367433274958137083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644284887373855218/posts/default/6367433274958137083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwouldnttellanyone.blogspot.com/2010/04/two.html' title='two'/><author><name>anon1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655823085030563766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644284887373855218.post-1007813436811438542</id><published>2010-04-13T14:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T14:05:29.413-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='general thoughts'/><title type='text'>one</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;My first confession is that I needed to start this blog in the first place.&amp;nbsp; I am really beginning to feel overwhelmed and at a loss in life.&amp;nbsp; I have said to my husband on more than one occasion that "I need help!" and each time, it was met with silence instead of reassurance or security.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I have a lot of thoughts swimming in my head these days.&amp;nbsp; So I hope to be able to use this as a safe place to get them out.&amp;nbsp; My hope is that once I share what I'm feeling, I will no longer be haunted by them daily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7644284887373855218-1007813436811438542?l=iwouldnttellanyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwouldnttellanyone.blogspot.com/feeds/1007813436811438542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644284887373855218&amp;postID=1007813436811438542&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644284887373855218/posts/default/1007813436811438542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644284887373855218/posts/default/1007813436811438542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwouldnttellanyone.blogspot.com/2010/04/one.html' title='one'/><author><name>anon1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11655823085030563766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
