One of my 180s was to get out of the house more. I used to choose to stay in most nights and on the weekend, preferring to read and decompress with "alone time" or just hanging out at home.

I think BF did a number on me regarding this, because even though I've been out to dinner twice this week and hung out at a friend's house once and had other activities going on, I feel guilty for being at home on a Friday night and listening to music while reading.

There's a weird ball of discomfort in my gut.

ME: 38
BF: 40
T: 10y, no kids, no M (by choice)
BD: 7/14/14, BF admits to PA, wants out, lies about new R.
10/1/14: I move out, BF lies about move in with OW
12/4/14: OW confronted, reveals all the lies