Two years of pain. Two years of anger. Two years of work.<P>I'm tired.<P>I have tried to feel for him again. He keeps telling me that I do care for him, but that I am just too guarded to feel it. I feel this is just more evidence of his arrogance.<P>I find that I can not handle what he did. I don't have good and wonderful memories of a marriage we had before that just went bad. I have nothing to fall back on because I don't remember good times with him. I remember insults, belittling and being made to feel unimportant. I remember the way he isolated me and called it protection. I remember years of having no friends because I couldn't find someone that would pass his "test" of being worthy of anything beyond criticism from him. Everyone is either an "idiot" or a "moron". I remember arguments and the constant "his way or my way", never "our way".<P>Even the birth of our children brings back the memories of the arguments over names and how I wasn't allowed to name them what I really wanted to because he refused to "give my family the honor" of naming "his kids" after them.<P>He moved me from my family to isolate me and keep me to himself. Even now he won't even consider moving back even if the opportunity arose.<P>Now I can't even tolerate the little things that I normally could overlook. I realize that he is just a mean person. He is mean to small animals and insulting to children.<P>I always knew he was selfish, but never admitted just how selfserving he is.<P>My TAKER has taken over. I have nothing else to give to this man. I wouldn't make a good wife anymore, anyway, not anymore.<P>HIs affair has opened my eyes to so many things, mainly that I do not have to let him take care of me anymore. I can take care of myself and be much happier, or atleast have more self-esteem.