I've come to recognize through mediation, writing, friendships, and therapy, we all have a box of our own making. A box we all willing climbed in. My box was my infidelity, secret-keeping, and the escalating series of lies.
Here is the reality, dig down a bit, and beneath all Painter’s cuntishness is pain. I know it isn’t personal, except where I make it so.
Betraying my wife is not a mindful approach to anger. It reflected a lack of boundaries and a mistake in how I approach feelings I find difficult.