Married for 10 years, wife has an affair (at least one), it all blows up, I am sure I am as much to blame, we separate, it becomes amicable, we both move on, I meet the love of my life.
So far so good. No, sorry - excellent, and I don't have regrets, they are pointless, and my children, who are frankly amazing came out of that terrible car crash of a relationship - but why am I still angry? It has a physical, real effect on me, I dwell on it, I see it as this great big flag in the moon of what a monumental fuck up I sometimes feel I am, always for what seem in the clear light of the next day to be trivialities.
How can it leave such a scar? My fear is that because I do not want to saddle the woman I love with it - who wants to hear about exes - it will continue to make me upset, and I don't like being upset.