Today was the turning point in the potential devastation of my marriage.

As I may have mentioned before, I am cursed with knowing the login and password to my wife's e-mail address. To be in a situation where she is away in another town and to have discovered that she is living with another man, not checking her e-mail is like putting a heroin addict in a room full of heroin and asking him to not take any.

For the most part, this has been a tool for me to confirm my suspicions or to hope for affirmation of her love for me to be shared with a close friend via e-mail. The past week has

Well Friday evening (the return of my wife from her two day meeting) didn't go well. I didn't pick up on how tired she was and so my attempts to ask her about the two days and the drive back was dealt with in short shrift.

This put my back up because I was hoping that there may have been some mention about my ideas for changing my life to defuse the situation we find ourselves in. Being good friends would seem to be a major achievement at the moment. Perhaps all couples thinking about divorce should be issued with UN Blue Helmets and flak jackets.

Anyhow Saturday was almost the same. I