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Yahoo Headline... Tiger loses another sponsor.

I can't help but smile as his life goes down before the eyes of the whole world. That's evil of me, I know. And how contradictory of me is it to wish this man destruction, while I see my husband as just plain stupid and try to put my life back together with him.

I see her beating the shit out of her husband and call her my hero. She was able to act in a way that I wish that I could have, but I became paralyzed. I wish that I had had the presence of mind to wail on my husband. Maybe if I had actually reacted in a different manner, he might have had the respect to stop. Instead, he only saw that he could do what he wanted and it didn't matter if it hurt me. I was too weak and idiotic to do anything about it.

I still am. Here I sit having made the decision to forgive him; too afraid to live my life without him. It's the "Christian" thing to do, right? Sometimes I get damn tired of doing the "right" thing. But I don't think I know how to do any differently, for better or worse.