I've only just blundered into it, so take it with a grain of salt, but the only point there ever has been, I think, is finding ourselves and trying to do the things we need to in order to be proud of who we are. The reconciliation odds have always been very, very long, and they get longer every day it seems. It's hard to face that our wives sandbagged us, knew we didn't know, and still turned off the lights, apparently forever, before we were any the wiser. Our "doing" after that fact has to overcome a fully frozen, angry heart. Hard to do. But if we're on a never-ending mission to be the people we want to be, it at least maximizes any small chance at reconciliation and maximizes our kids' chances of surviving and thriving post break up, if it comes to that.

I'm going away for several days on Friday, going dim to dark while I'm gone, and I hope to come back with an attitude that's 100% about me and the kids and, as you put it, doesn't give a $#%* about my W. I've been slipping pretty badly, trying to hand her my balls over and over.

Hang in there, Man.


Me: 46
W: 44
Married: 17
Together 21
D13; S10
BD: 03.03.15 (Not attracted to you)
Almost 2 years trying, alone, to save marriage
Status now: Divorced (effective 06.13.17)