It took just over two years of trying again (at times) before I realised I didn't want to be with him.
He had asked to come back, I needed to be sure that I would have no regrets in saying no.
After about two years. I could be more detached, could see how he treat me & his OW.
I heard how he talked about her.
The final nail, was when, after a long holiday I returned and he asked if he could move back in.
I asked ‘so tell me when you last slept with OW’ and he responded with ‘oh don't ask me that, it always comes back to that’ (no shit Sherlock!).
I asked how come you slept with her, if you want to be here? - and he answered with ‘it was on offer’ EUHHH!
And that was it, done! I can remember thinking ‘why would I ever want a man like him, I am far better than that’.
Once he knew I didn't want him, the next 10 years were horrific. That was about his controlling personality and selfishness though. He could not deal with losing control.
He said ‘no one will tell me when and where I can see my own children’ and made our lives hell.
He hated that he had a responsibility to care for his children, he hated having to pay maintenance (hardly ever), he hated that he had to give up his time for them.
Things have only calmed as the DC’s have got older, can get public transport to him and don't need him to pick them up. It has created a distance as he doesn't need to come to my town to pick them up. They can be left alone when they see him.
He has mellowed and overtime has stopped treating me as if I was the one who had the affair.