Lies, lies and more lies

So it turns out that being lied to does not feel as badly as being lied about.

I really, really thought I knew the man I was married to. Um, no.

Nope, not even a little bit, I suspect.

I started typing out the details and then realized they don't really matter. He lied and lied and lied and lied. This person did not love me, and the marriage and family I thought I had existed only in my head. How did I not KNOW? How did I not SEE? ( Has this ever happened to any of you?)

It seems that every couple of weeks something else sucker punches me regarding my whole situation. I keep thinking things are finally starting to look up (and, well, actually they really ARE looking up), but then I get an emotional beating from some other aspect of it. It's exhausting and I do wonder when (if) it will finally end.

There are several uplifting things also going on in my life, and I think gradually (in a two steps forward, one step back sort of way), I am slowly getting back on my feet and starting to figure out exactly who I am now.

Also: To the inspector that gave me the ticket (2 days pay!!!) for failing to turn on my amber lights at a school:

You stated that by not activating my amber lights I did not give any warning that I was about to drop children off.

Um, I was driving a school bus? With kids clearly visible on it? I was in the school's driveway?!