So, almost a year ago I discovered my husband had been seeing escorts. It destroyed me, unbelievably. I have worked hard to come back from it and really worked to stop him wheedling his way back in (no way is that happening)
But I still have these annoying moments of sadness\pathetic self indulgent pity. I know I need to work on stopping these but can’t seem to.
Any advice from those who have been there?