On Monday 08-02-10 at 7:30 in the morning, on my way out the door to go to work, my husband of 11 years told me he was moving out because he hadn't been happy for a long time. As you can imagine, I was shocked, it came out of left field. I said: let's get counseling. He immediately, without any hesitation at all, said: no, no, I want to go. The rest of the day, Tuesday I was in shock. On Wednesday I could see that he really meant it, this was not just a bad dream. He was being so cold and mean to me. Who is this stranger?!! On Thursday, I filed for divorce. Friday morning, just arriving at work, one of my co-workers said: Heh, I saw you and Gary on my way home from work yesterday, I honked but you did not hear me. You were getting in his car. My heart actually stopped for a moment. I said: Jessica, I worked late last night, that wasn't me. She almost started crying. I said please don't worry about it, tell me what you know. She said: his car has been at this particular house every night for the past week. Stunned, I realized once he made his announcement to me of divorce, he had not been coming home until 9-10 at night. My realization that he was in love with someone else and having an affair literally made my hair stand up. I could actually feel the energy from my body make my hair move. :-) I confronted him, he denied it, of course, said they are just friends, (playing checker every night, I guess). He finally moved out of the house after almost 3 weeks. It was brutal. He would be gone by the time I got home from work and come home anywhere from 9-midnight. Of course, I knew he was at her house. It was easy to find out who she was, small towns are like that. I found her on Face book and saw they were friends. She was attractive, seemed sort of accomplished. I wanted to email her and tell her to run as fast as you can. Of course, I did not do that. Once he left the house to his rented home just down the street from his girlfriend's house, my stress levels dropped dramatically as I did not to witness the blatant disregard and disrespect of our relationship anymore. It has now been a bit over a month and I believe I am about 75% through the denial stage, but I do feel sadness and grief sometimes. Fortunately, my 15 year old step-son still spends the week-ends here with me, not yet with his Father. My step-son's Mother does not want him out at his Dad's house quite yet. My step-son and my relationship is fantastic and there is great love between us. He is my son and I am his "Other Mother". :-) I asked him last night how he was doing with this whole deal and he said: My Dad has now left me twice. How's that for a tear-jerker? He will be fine, as will I. He has 2 Moms that love him to pieces, a good step-father, and a good support system surrounding him. I thought I would sign-on to this website to read other's stories and learn how to begin a new life. Thanks for taking the time to read this and listening to my story.