Funny thing, once I really detached I realized (no matter how painful it was) I needed my husband to be around OW and date others if necessary. I figured it was the only way he could really make a valid decision about leaving or staying.
He couldn't be told that the grass wasn't greener on the other side, he had to go there, examine it, and experience it before he could make up his mind.
There is no arriving, ever. It is all a continual becoming.
