So I'm lying in bed once again, torturing myself over awful things I did a few years ago.
I've been with second DH for three and a half years, married for almost a year. (No kids as I am infertile; IVF isn't working out). I adore him and I will never hurt him.
I did, however, hurt my first DH in the worst way possible. We married in our early twenties (I'm now 38) and six years in I began an affair with a work colleague. I thought I was in love but it was more of an obsession; incredibly unhealthy and destructive - it was like he was the most addictive drug imaginable.
I lied, I schemed, I stayed up late into the night messaging the other man, I sneaked off to be with him whenever I could. I neglected DH, left him alone on so many evenings and I literally cannot believe how I behaved towards that golden-hearted, good man. I hurt him so badly. I eventually left him for OM; it was a disaster and we split eventually. DH was devastated when he found out I'd been seeing OM all along as I never confessed at the time; I said I wanted to split because we'd grown apart, got married too soon etc. I think it was the worst betrayal of someone and I'm so ashamed. I was such a coward and wanted to stay friends with DH after we split; I couldn't bear to own up to it. So I think it was a double blow for him when he found out.
So here I am, six years after the split, with lovely new DH and incredibly grateful for my second chance. But I hate myself. I think about what I did every day and I loathe myself.
Is this my fair punishment? Should I just accept that I deserve to feel this way, and carry on? Or should I try to forgive myself and move on? Sometimes I think my infertility is the karma.