I have name-changed for this ...
Threw dh out nearly six months ago after I uncovered his ongoing affair. As he at the time refused to volunteer any information about the relationship, and was playing a 'let's see what she knows' game, I ended up uncovering all sorts of unpleasant details, such as the gift notes he sent to accompany Amazon orders of DVDs, CDs, clothes, underwear, etc. These gifts and notes revealed a deep and to me very hurtful intimacy between them. They revealed more than anything he has ever confessed to himself. He now wants to come 'home' having broken up with her; I can barely be in the same room as him.
After an autopilot period of just functioning (I have four children aged eight and under, and they are with me 12 days and nights out of 14), last night for whatever reason I thought I would try to rekindle my sexual spark and took my neglected Rampant Rabbit out of the drawer. Just to see how I felt.
All I could see in my mind's eye was him with her.
After these awful last few months, I now find I can't even have a tentative wank without them invading my head. I am rebuilding the rest of my life, or at least trying to. I have made lots of positive changes, but I still feel like so much has been robbed from me. I thought a little feel-good would pick me up (use it or lose it, they say) but I felt so shit, I stopped. Alone in my bed, I just thought 'I hate you. You're such a prick.'