But she is still sleeping in the same bed with you. That I don't get. When I was headed for divorce in my first marriage, we went to a C, and the first thing I asked for was for my H to move into the guest room, which he did. Even though I wanted it, it made me soooooo sad. I swear his moving into the guest room made me know I was serious, and that moment was the saddest for me of the whole D process, sadder than when I moved, sadder than when the judge banged the gavel.
I guess it's like when someone gets the cancer diagnosis... THAT is the worst possible moment. Your whole life changes in an instant, and whatever happens, you can never have your innocence stripped from you again in quite the same way.
