Ugh. Have just spoken to H at length, because I wanted to know exactly what has happened to us. As expected though, I didn't really get any answers. He was sure that he wasn't coming back though, and so at least I know for sure now it is All Over.
I think I might have a few more days of feeling awful now, because I had half hoped I had shocked him and he would have realised he'd made a terrible mistake. I think I was beginning to convince myself we could work it out, and so I knew I needed to speak to him. My gut was telling me it was over anyway though, if I'm honest with myself.
I'm glad I've spoken to him tonight, so now I can go to the solicitor's tomorrow with a slightly more focused mind.
I haven't mentioned this on the thread before, but I've been trying this week to think of all the bad aspects to our marriage. One of the worst was his horrible temper, where he would lose it over something ridiculously minor. About 3 months ago he went in a mood with me about something (I can't remember what), and went into our bedroom and slammed the door. He slammed it so hard that the clock fell off the wall in Dc's room next door and hit him on the head
. He had a big bruise and was very upset. All he could say was "daddy did it".
It's funny how you can ignore these things in your life, but seeing that written down it seems so much worse. I just admitted to him on the phone that it will be great to not live with somebody with a temper like that. I had put up with it as I loved him, but even after doing that for him, he couldn't be bothered to work at our marriage and went off with someone else when it got difficult.
Like someone said up thread, moments like this are like shining a flashlight onto your life, allowing you to see it for all its flaws.
I ended the conversation with H by telling him I slept with someone else 3 years into our relationship, I had never told anyone before tonight and thought I would carry that secret to the grave! I probably should have kept it a bit longer, but I couldnt help myself! ( in my defence, I was 20 at the time and very drunk. I regretted it big time and had been happily faithful ever since).
Quite a big night in the Cwtchy household.