I was arrived to my husband for 15 years. He cheated on my when my first was a baby but we overcame it. It happened again. Just over a year ago. His head was turned by a very pretty girl in his office 21 years his junior. It was a week before my 49th birthday party that I found out. It's a long and pretty heartbreaking (although I'm sure pretty typical) story. Three kids. Loads of friends and family shocked and trying to help us sort / get him to understand the gravity of what would be lost. I tried. Tried counselling. He didn't try at all. We were renting while we developed our home. I moved back in with the children alone. He lives with his girlfriend.
The kids met her two weeks ago. On Sunday he dropped DS home from tour and broke down in tears. Asking me if there is a way back for us. This has been very upsetting for me. I won't ever forgive him for what he did. I feel heartbroken for what we have lost.
I'm cross that he's putting this on me. I know I shouldn't feel like this but this makes me feel dreadful because I feel responsible now for not mending my children's family unit. I know. I know what you are going to say. I know it's not rational when he did this to us. But I can't help it.