My marriage ended almost two years ago after discovering stbxh's affair was still ongoing.
I know that I did the right thing by telling him to leave, and I get some comfort from knowing that he didn't want to go, and is still miserable, and regularly hints to come home, but I am so consumed by grief and disbelief that I can't seem to move on from.
It suddenly hit me this week, just how truly pathetic I am. It is hard just now with Christmas, and his birthday, and our anniversary all coming up. But still, it's been two years and I'm no further on, although I put on a good act and nobody would know.
I don't cry every day any more, but it doesn't take much to make me. A lovely memory, the thought of a future plan that now won't happen, a piece of music.
I'm not one to say LTB but when women on here are on the brink of leaving I generally tell them it's the right decision, and I mean it. As sad as I feel now, there's no doubt in my mind that my life would be worse if I'd allowed him to stay. It's the man I thought he was that I miss, and I can't seem to come to terms with the fact that he could do it to me after 30 years together.
Since he went I haven't looked at, or been attracted to another man. I just don't notice them. Everyone is encouraging me to start dating again, but it terrifies me, but I'm only getting older so maybe I do need to think about it.
My life is full and busy. I'm lucky to have a job I love, four children and plenty of friends, so I don't know what else I can do to get better.
He is amicable, no pressure to sell the family home, generous child maintenance and he's working hard to rebuild his relationship with the children.
I don't know why I'm posting really. Just had another sleepless night and now pottering around a quiet house full of self pity, at one time a sleepless night would've meant us both heading off at 5am to find breakfast.