My husband and I are living as "roomates". Yesterday was my birthday. He baked a cake and got me a gift. He acted like everything was so wonderful.
It's not. I can't get over the fact that he had a profile on every dating site there is. I can't get over the fact that he chatted with dozens of women the entire time we have been married.
I can't get over the fact that when I baited him to meet a fake girl, he went to meet "her" and then said he knew it was me all along.
I can't stand that all the dating sites say he wanted to "pamper and please".
Discretion was must.
I can't beleive him when he said those girls meant nothing.
I can't. This whole thing is torturing me. My soul is tortured. I said I would stop looking for evidence, but I can't. I spend a better time of the day doing it. It consumes me.
I don't think a marriage can be saved if you've lost all trust in the other person.
We are "roomates" for financial reasons and the kids, but I don't think I can do it. I can't go on this way. I'm dying a slow death.
My older friends say I have to stick it out. If I can't be financially on my own, I have to stick it out or I'm not being a responsible parent.
My younger friends say kick his ass out.
I'm so confused. I thought I would be better by now. It's been three months since the shit hit the fan.
I was moving forward and now I'm more lost than ever.