Here we go again

You, my darling, are full of shit.

I think I can say this safely; and what’s more, I think I have the right to say it.

You are a lovely man. Witty, charming, attentive, with both a sentimental side and the resume of a power broker. You’re good with words. You’re not so good with telling yourself the truth.

You have cheated on your wife more than once. I can’t begin to count the number of emotional affairs you’ve had. Are all these psychical? I don’t know. I don’t care. It doesn’t matter where your dick is, it matters where your heart is.

I see you starting again and I wonder why you don’t just divorce her.  Be a dad, be a lover, but stop being a husband.  You’re not really being one anyway.