I wish you could feel the relief I felt when I finally decided divorce was better than the crazy-making of living with a man I couldn't trust. The weird thing is that my being willing to move on is the only thing that finally brought him around but I knew I'd eventually be just fine without him. You'll be just fine.
We have not discusse the OW at all. He has not apologized or admitted to the contact and I have given up.
I am going to do the 180 and start stashing money aside. I am going to start severing myself from him and building my own life.
My bitch boots fell off.
But don't rugsweep this. I love an old line from a Gunsmoke episode--"Never lie to yourself. Tell it the way that does you the most good, but don't ever lie to yourself."
Sometimes I think as I am probably losing my father that as those tears fall I just as well kick my husband out and go through the pain of it all at once.