It’s been 3.5 weeks since DDay and I ended things with my WB. Over the summer he downloaded Tinder, met a woman & slept with her 6 times from July-August. When I first found out I did desperately wanted to wake up from the nightmare that I prematurely told him that I forgave him and had traumatizing sex with him. Over the course of the next 3 weeks, after the shock wore off I really started to think about all the lying & deceiving he had to do for me to not find out. I honest to God had zero inkling of an affair. I think I’ve slowly fallen out of love with him the past 3 weeks, just the more I thought about the affair and I just keep harping on “how could he stomach doing that if he truly loved me?” When I ended it yesterday he was so so nasty, he knows exactly what to say to crush my spirit & gaslit me. Apparently I must have never loved him if I can leave him, he can have 25 women texting him by tomorrow, I had a mental Health crisis last year and he called me a zombie, finally he said I am abusive because I’ve flip-flopped so much the last 3 weeks about leaving him or not.

I guess I do feel lighter, I didn’t like being in limbo, at least now I have a direction.