I did completly break down one time early on in the sitch. She pulled me close and held me and said she loved me and would never do that to our family. Of course, after that, I was still a wounded and sad puppy dog. I was scared to death. I still am at times, more mad now than anything.
I know I did my share of pushing her away. It is her decision to throw our family away for her dreams of something perfect. I have changed. I still screw up, but I am a better person. I know it's time for the "I won't live in an open marriage........" talk and be the man she needs me to be. It just never seems the right time. Fear, I know. Embrace the suck, I can feel it coming and can feel myself getting stronger.
