He accused me of having an affair with his friend. His friend would spend a week working in our area every six weeks or so, and had always popped over during breaks for a coffee.
My ex was a driver, and would sometimes be home and sometimes not when his friend came over. Often he would return while his friend was sitting with his coffee. Bear in mind that I had two preschool children at home too.
My ex got it into his head that we were having an affair. We weren't. I had no interest in his friend, and I suspect that was mutual.
While he was trying to persuade me to confess, he told me that it was okay if we were, because obviously I knew that he had slept with (person that he was friends with). I didn't know.
Twat.
After we split, he phoned me desperate for a lift home. Which I did as it was pretty much on my way to my house. During that drive, he told me that we would always be connected shudder and proceeded to tell me about how he had the chance to sleep with someone else but had turned it down. I think I was supposed to be impressed/happy/fall into his arms.
Like I care. Sleep with whoever you want, means nothing to me.