This has probably been done plenty of times before, I did check classics first!
Classic story; teenage romance, three children, ten years and I find out he's been cheating. I actually found out last year and embarrassingly spent all that time trying to make it work, only to find out after a rocky patch he went back to her at the weekend. In all honesty, he's always been a total shit but I sadly loved him very much. The good news is I finally feel ready to let it go.
My AIBU is more of a desperate plea for those who have been in a similar position to tell me wonderful stories of how it got better. Just shy of 30 and three (wonderful) children seems like a lonely place to be right now