I know how Frank feels. How can she seem so happy while he is suffering from this whole ordeal. I was there too. My W seemed to be enjoying her "freedom". It was killing me inside. I struggled to let go. Just like Frank. She would come to the house to see the kids. I would make myself scarce. I would either make it a point to not be there, or just stay up in the bedroom while she was in the house.
Eventually, I started to go out with friends. I was really enjoying myself. I could honestly say that I didn't care where she was or who she was with.
Frank, this process takes time. Time can be our best friend, or our worst enemy. You can either wallow in your sadness, or change who Frank is. I'm sorry I can't tell you how to do it. All I can do is offer my support, and provide testimony that it is possible. If you are a religious man, pray to God to help you let her go. Pray to God for her well being. And pray to God to let you move on. In time...
God Bless
PoohBear
Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.
