So the other night I picked a drunken hubby up from Train Station, he arrived with a woman laughing away like old friends (he was quite tipsy), he said they had got chatting on the train and shared a bottle of wine (which he had in his bag), I wasn’t overly comfortable with it (6 months ago he got far too close to a female work colleague and they were having secret chats) but kind of thought he’s a bit drunk let it go, but on the journey home he stated that she was married with kids, visiting family and her hubby/kids where joining her the next day, almost pressing the point too much that she was married. I got home and something was niggling at me, looked at his phone and they had exchanged emails (he gave a fairly plausible reason for this) so thought ok I am just being a dick and worrying because of past events. Anyway I go onto FB as know her name now and she’s clearly a fairly young, pretty, single no kids person, so I spent the night wondering why he would say she was married, why lie about that (I never pressed him or asked him about anything like that) but he told me lots about her and her family but nothing about the fact they had exchanged emails. He said to me that she said she was married and he was sure she was talking about kids. I feel really peed off now, it’s been a long journey rebuilding trust and I feel like the rugs been ripped from under me again. I think she’s a young pretty girl he was flattered by the attention and offered her a glass of wine (he told me again just randomly that she was a very unattractive girl - which is not the case at all). He’s annoyed because ye feels back in the dog house, I think that he shouldn’t act like that knowing how hard it’s been for me of late. He works away a lot and attends quite a few boozy work functions so makes me think if he’s that friendly with a stranger what’s he like with someone he knows. I’ve had to deal with the fact that he still works with the woman he got too close too, including nights out etc. I think he needs to think more about how he would feel if shoe was on the other foot. Am I being an overly sensitive dickhead? The first betrayal really cut deep, I’ve lost so much weight, been on anxiety meds and now seeing a councillor (I know it all sounds a bit pathetic but he’s the only person I have ever truly trusted so it broke me when I found him being sneaky behind my back). Finding it hard to find a reasoned perspective just now.