The last year of my 10 year marriage has been a very difficult one. I did something I never in a million years thought I would. I had an affair with a younger man, it last 2 weeks, and it pretty much tore my world appart. When my husband found out, he was mad at first, and then seemed to blame himself, and took it really well. For the next 6 months, he stood by me telling me that we would be fine, and even stronger. I finally came around, after therapy, and realizing what some of my thoughts were really about. Then a couple of months ago, my husband started spending a lot of time texting on his cell phone. I drove by him with a person in his passenger seat, and he started calling me right away. I suspected that he was screwing around, but he swore on his brother that nothing was going on. He left that night, and when he came home the next day he told me that I was the most important person in his world, and that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with me. We had a good christmas and New Year, and right after he began to pull away again. This time he told me he wasn't happy, and he wanted to move out. We started counselling, and he did move out. For 4 nights, and then came home again, saying he wanted to work it out. He was home for 2 weeks, and I felt like I was walking on egg shells. I asked him one night what was going on, and he told me he wasn't happy, and that he had made a mistake coming home. He got his apartment back, and told me he didn't think he was coming back. I asked him if there was anything else going on, and he finally admitted that he had feelings for Vicki, the girl in the car, she also works where he works. He said that he had kissed her in the car that day, and that she had feelings for him too. She left her husband of two years, the week before he left me. He claims that his leaving has nothing to do with her, and only about his lack of feelings for me. Within one week, he went from leaving to wanting a divorce. He is happy, and I am a wreck. Nothing fits anymore, and my life seems hopeless. I struggle to get out of bed, and have no joy in anything. Our two kids don't understand what's going on. I have asked him so many times to re-think what he's doing, I feel like an idiot. He's taken his entire family away from me, and I feel so alone. I just don't know what to do.
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