Context, I’m two years separated, but still living with DH with DC 8, 11. I’m exhausted from the pretending to be an happy family as no one actually knows as want to keep our children protected. We overall tolerate eachother, he’s a good person but we just don’t love each other any more. Separate bedrooms and we do our own thing but ad hoc not structured as to who has children and never discussed seeing other people, I imagine he suspects but never asked. Over last 2 years I have had a fling with someone I regularly bump into, was an amazing release after lack of any love/sex for many many years. Never actually planned to meet but know where eachother will be and have late night get togethers. Over 2 years feelings have developed. Decided last week we should have a proper date. It was honestly the best night of my life, went to a gig and stayed in hotel, connected so strongly, felt madly in love, to the point someone stopped me when he was getting a drink to tell me they couldn’t stop watching us as we looked so in love, so know it wasn’t just in my head. The whole night and next day was incredible. But after this, all ruined as had a chat the next night where we had to ask, but where is it going. He’s 15 years younger than me!! I’m on the edge of menopause, I can’t give him a future and I’m heartbroken. I’m clearly no spring chicken, but I’m hurting like a teenager in love, I can’t stop crying, I honestly feel bereft. I know we have to stop, it’s the right thing to do, but keep thinking, could we make it work. I’m of course also dealing with properly leaving my husband as can’t keep up the pretence which is exhausting me, but being heartbroken over the loss of another relationship that never was is what’s tipping me over the edge. I’m constantly secretly crying, almost having panic attacks and shaking legs, feel constantly anxious and I know I have never felt or acted like this before. I’ve now confided in one friend, who rightly says I need to focus on my husband and ending things properly and making sure I don’t break my family in the process and to use what has happened as evidence that I can love again and have amazing sex again and I do start to get my head around this but then I look at pictures he took and sent me from the night of us together and my heart aches with longing. Any words of advice to snap me out of it, where to seek help to move on (or even encourage it from experience!) I just don’t know what to do with myself!