Time and time again I read stories on here and I'm astonished that so many of our Ms die much the same death.
I felt the heat of the raging fires that were his affairs and I saw the scorched earth that the M was becoming but for some reason I simply refused to see the fire.
We were different. He wouldn't do that. Not to me.
Not after I gave him the children he always so desperately wanted (and they're beyond perfect, BTW so I totally over-delivered).
Not after promising to love and protect me.
Not after I begged him to never cheat and make me a single mum - he swore on our unborn children's heads that he would never, ever do that to me.
but the effort of trying would have been nice
One day you'll see his lack of remorse as a gift. The longer he keeps trying to cake-eat and the longer you allow it the longer you will be stuck in limbo hell. I wouldn't wish it on my worst enemy. Any of it.