H just called...says that he is serious about working things out. Says he wants to get into counseling because he knows that he needs help and can't do it totally alone. He says that he paid off the lease on the apartment and does not want to stay there (maybe he was staying there with OW??).
I am going to go work out. I just can't think about this any longer.
Say: "Great. I agree -- you need some professional counseling. Unfortunately, I cannot trust you not to hurt me, as you've lied to me so many times before. This is your mess, and you need to clean it up. Once you've had six or nine or twelve months of success under your belt, if you still feel like reconciling, perhaps we can talk, but I cannot even think about letting you back right now, and frankly, your living arrangements aren't my problem. You're welcome here during the day, or before 11 o'clock at night, if you need to shower or use the laundry, but I can't have you interrupt my sleep anymore because you don't have a place to stay. You left us."
