Since the day after I found out about H infidelity, he has not shed one tear. I say the day after, because the day that I found out about his affair, he cried if only for a few minutes. It was during the time when he thought that he would lose me and our daughter. His tears quickly dried up and they were never to be seen again.
Fast forward to the other day when I told him it was over. I had had enough. I drew my line and was going to leave. He didn’t shed one tear. He did not tell me he loved me. He only could tell me he wasn’t ready to lose me. <—– I still don’t know what that means.
What kind of man wouldn’t do all he can to save his marriage, that is if he truly wants it?
What kind of man cannot express love, much less use the word verbally?
What kind of man cannot shed a tear seeing the destruction he has caused, the hurt he inflicted upon the one he claimed he love, and the life he will lose as a result?