Last Tuesday, I confronted my H about the "new" affair I'd discovered. He didn't deny it. I asked him why he hadn't just told me when he gave me the laundry list of the others, and he said it was just one more nail in the coffin that he didn't want to disclose.

No raised voices, no threats, no tears. I tried to keep it strictly informational, including my reminder to him that we'd discussed "trickle truth" before. He'd done serious damage to the rebuilding of trust.

On Thursday (one week ago), he lied to me about meeting one of these online "friends". Although it was a completely platonic meeting that lasted all of 5 minutes in a public place, he still lied. I confronted him. He fell apart.

I didn't cry, I didn't yell. I told him that I wasn't going to tolerate it. He told me that he knew he was sabotaging, because he's trying to get me to leave so that he doesn't have to worry about when it's going to happen. He was so upset, saying he doesn't know why he continues to lie, why he keeps seeking attention from women, why he does things when his common sense is screaming at him to stop it.

He went back to the point of saying that he's broken, he's no good, he's a bad person, etc.

I didn't reassure him. I suggested he get in to see his psychiatrist.

So, after a meeting with the psychiatrist, he is back in the psychiatric ward at a local hospital. The doctor thinks he'll be there 7-10 days, but of course it's all dependent on him.

I'm kind of numb. I want him to get well. I have no idea what happens to "us". Somebody please tell me when it's my turn to fall apart.