I have known for over 6 months about my husband's affair. There are days when things are great, and there are days when I want to die. I have stayed. Initially, I think it was for the children. But now, I think it is more for me. Yes, he is a habit. But I also love him. I just feel so stupid because it went on for so long and with my best friend. But what is so weird is that things are better than they have ever been. He is a better husband, father, and friend. He buys me little gifts, leaves me sweet notes, and helps with household duties that he never did before. He answers all my questions and honestly he is pretty patient with my bad days. He is definitely not perfect and gets angry after awhile that I keep harping on the affair some days. He has said that if I will move on we would have such a wonderful life. He has told me that he made a horrible decision that he will have to live with and regret for the rest of his life, but I also made a decision to stay. The thing is, he's exactly right. But there are days when I feel like I need him to "pay" for what he did and the only way to pay is to make him miserable. As a rational adult I know this isn't right and is definitely not good for my children. I guess what I'm asking is does everyone think I'm stupid for trying to make it work? Even though the other woman is possibly pregnant with his child? I just feel so lost some days and alone. I know this is the only place I can go where people DO know what I'm going through. Thanks for all your help!
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