Another Fight

we got into another fight last night. We get into an argument every night it seems. My emotions are all over the place and she can't seem to understand why. I think she's lying to me, and if she would just come clean, we could make it a clean break. Would still be awful for the children, and really for me as well, but at least I would have a feeling of true closure. Instead, I sit in limbo, having to sleep in the basement, not knowing who she's texting at night, not knowing what she's doing when she's out of the house. Knowing how weak she must think I am, as I try not to break down every single day. I weep for our family, which will never be the same. I weep for the kids, who are already feeling the strain. I weep for myself, as I have lost so much already in the last three years. Her lack of compassion is so painful. No respect for me, but I just sit there and take it. Not sure I can get through this. Want to be strong, but always feel defeated and weak. Feel like a chump, as I am certain she has already found someone else while I sit alone. Hurts more than anyone could possibly know.