W and I watched an interesting movie last night. There were three separate scenes with people confessing cheating on there partners and how much regret they had over it! In one scene, an old man confesses on his deathbed and starts screaming "oh the regret!".
So I am sitting there like wow, I hope this is sending W a message about the usual outcome of cheating. On the other hand it wad really stressful for me, I was suprised that I didn't crush the wine glass in my hand (I was gripping it pretty hard). It was amazing that W could sit through it with me. I had to linger in the bathroom before bed just to calm myself down.
W did say goodnight and rubbed my arm a bit when going to bed which is not something she does very often these days.
