Welp. What a day.
Had a pretty good morning. The wife initiated a conversation that began with "when you see my face do you love me anymore? I've noticed a change." We discuss, and it's the first time she's seemed open to trying to make it work and going to counseling. I said I'm thinking about forgiveness, but reading about all it entails re therapy noting it would be really difficult for us. She says we'd talk about it later, and I gave my son a last hug and said I had to go.

FF to this afternoon. I HAD to spend extra time at work, which meant she dropped off my son and had to wait an extra 45 mins for me. Unfortunately, my son was messing around with stuff and my wife found a therapeutic letter I wrote as a "letter to my son." It included how he's my inspiration and how much I love him, but it was also me venting. So, it included a note about how her affair was wrong and she knew it and some of the things she did to get away from home and left us alone. It also included admissions that I had had a hand in her straying and my prayers that she would see the changes in me so my son could have his family.

Oh crap. Any progress I made in the last 2 weeks has likely torpedoed and pushed me back even further....

Me: 35 W: 32
S: 4
T: 6 M: 4
Physical Separation official: 5/21
Currently: DR/DBing, Focusing on me and son

Cheating on a good person is like throwing away a diamond and picking up a rock.