So I posted here a week ago about thinking I was done. Well, I thought I'd give my WH another chance to deal with my ugly times. But seriously, in my head it was "ONE more chance." He just blew it.
We had a great day, and a great early evening with the kids. We had a nice family dinner, but then my son was watching a DISNEY show (of all things) and the girl on the show was worried she was being cheated on. This sent me spiraling, after what has been a solid great few days. I kept to myself, but once I was in my son's room to help him get ready for bed (which is the location of the numerous sexual encounters of him and his lover), I started crying uncontrollably again.
When he asked what was going on, I tried to calmly describe to him what was going on in my head. Then somehow we got to talking about their relationship and he said that he would likely still have remained friends with her to this day (since they were CAUGHT), and I FLIPPED. I started screaming "F" you and told him to leave if he couldn't deal with my downward spiral. So he did!
He actually grabbed his clothes for tomorrow and left. I am dumfounded. I thought last week's close call would be the last. I actually told him that if he was walking out now, he was walking away from EVERYTHING. He told me not to "threaten" him and got in the car!
This is not a threat! This is a RESULT of the crime he has committed against his family!!
I've been drinking way too much tonight, too. UGH. Is it the alcohol? Is it reality? Which version of me do I trust?