It has been almost a month since I found out my husband had relapsed again. We have been together over 23 years and have been battling his sex addiction the whole time. After the previous relapse, we signed a marriage contract. We supposedly were both giving this a final try and working on our marriage 100%. We have been going to marriage counseling and he to all his groups and seeing a counselor. Once again he is in so much pain and trying really hard. He says he has never really been in recovery but is now. On the surface I see that he is doing things differently. He has asked that I not file for divorce but be separated for a year to see if he can beat this addiction. How would I ever know until he got caught again? I see over the course of the last month, he keeps asking for a little more - it is now whether we can live in the same house but be separated. I am mostly upstairs anyway and he downstairs or in his studio. He promises not to communicate with me. I hate that my life is going to change so much. Everything from the little things - my birthday in a few days, our granddaughters 1st birthday party (he is not biologically related so won't be invited), a planned trip to PA in October, Thanksgiving here with the whole family for the first time in years and our special Christmas get away at Big Sur. And then there are the big things. Tomorrow I am asking him to move out. I am pretty sure he will as it will be much cheaper for him to share a home than me get my own place. And he does NOT like to spend our money. He has said that what he will move out if it came to it. I am giving him a month. If he doesn't then I will move out. My total income is only $250 per month after paying our $1700 health insurance but luckily we have assets. I just can't believe that it has finally come to this - after all the effort. After all the pain. It is hard to start over at almost 63. I am not looking forward to the time ahead. I feel so sad today.