This morning’s news included a story on General Petraeus. He is stepping down from his position as Director of the CIA because the FBI discovered that he had an extramarital affair.
My husband and I both got up early, before his alarm went off and we were just getting started on some hot and heavy fun when his alarm went off. It was set to NPR, his favorite station, and the piece about Petraeus came on just a few seconds after. I did ok at first, not letting it bother me… until they said that the FBI had found hundreds, if not thousands, of emails between him and his other woman. That did it. The mind movies started in and I couldn’t stop them. I cried and couldn’t go on. My husband muttered something about wishing he had stopped long enough to go turn off his alarm. Too late.
I’m ok now and we did finish what we started later in the morning, and it was wonderful, but I just needed to vent. Some people fall too easily into the hole where they become nothing but weak shit, selfish, immature, narcissistic bastards. I said it. OK then. I’m finished. I can continue on with my weekend.
I hope he comes out of it. I hope his wife is ok. Man, I would hate for my husband’s infidelity to be all over the news…