I am trying to work my way through this. I am trying to find some peace with this. I take into consideration the situation on the whole. And I keep questioning myself.
It is clear that I haven't done the right thing in the past. I should've asked him to leave the minute I found out about the affair. I should have asked him to leave well before then, when his treatment of me left me miserable, drained and broken.
It was unbearable. He was living in the same house, sleeping in the same bed, and yet he'd be huffing and puffing complaining about everything, then go out (to go to her?), only to