I am truly sorry to have to unburden myself to the mnet community (again) with this sorry tale of woe but I had nowhere to turn and am truly mortified at the prospect of revealing all to anyone (including close family and friends) in RL You were all so helpful and supportful with the last debacle a few years ago and I am in need of the same heart felt advice and warmth again. For those of you that don't know me my dh was caught "inflagrante" by yours truly pleasuring himself with my batterie de Cuisine. Anyway to cut to the chase he had hypnotherapy I had hyponotherapy (his seemed to work slightly better than mine!) he had regression therapy and we also underwent Primal Scream therapy with a New Age Shamen. We had a few sessions of regular relationship counselling too and dh seemed truly remorseful promising to turn over a new leaf. We fell in love all over again went on a 3 week criuse last year and I thought we were both in a "good" place. Well how wrong could I be? This winter dh has been complianing of itchy feet/cabin fever
and said he needed more space. Well we can't afford tomove so he thought along the lines of a luxury Shed/Garden Room. It arrved at the end of Jan and was duly assembled and wired and fired up literally (underfloor heating the works!)Dh has been almost living out there doing his writing listening to his Vaughn Williams etc. I did not suspect a thing until last night he forgot to come to bed, I popped down at about 7.00 am and found him snoozing on the beanbags in his shed. trousers down ,legs akimbo and his Black and Decker 3 in 1 Belt sander on his belly and the contents of his emergecy tool boX scattered around .he looked like he had been having a bloody good go with the Dremmel too. There could be no innocent explanation other than he has been living a "lie" these last 2 years. I wanted no explanation this time and packed a bag and fled. I have spent all day fingers poised over my laptop not sure if I wanted to seek your good counsel but as I sit here in the Days Inn at Warwick North Services I am exhausted and beyond angry or even pity for the man.I just feel numb and robotic. Should I give him and his perfidious toolkit their marching orders. AIBsoU?