Met at 18 at uni. Married at 25. Very similar views and attitudes. He’s 6’ 2”. But soft as shite. Loved it. Fast forward. 40 last year. He seems to go mental like he’s missed out on his life. We have two kids (4 &7) but we always partied. I still give BJs voluntarily ffs. Anyway. He fancies everything that moves. I’m ok with it. Until he got off with 22 year old Hungarian on a business trip. He’s been texting other birds. And tonight he absolutely shoved my son while my little boy was walking away after a row with him. We’d do I do? Blow my life up or ride the midlife crisis?