Oh, Spitty, you're so sweet! No, the structure of the house is fine. It's an old house, built in 1915. And H likes to make me think that things are falling apart without him. He always has to point out that I need a new car or new tires or a new roof, whatever. It's funny how those things were never on his to-do list, then became emergency situations two months after he left. Puhlease.

Stay strong. There is a lot that has to happen in order for the two of you to heal and be back on the right track.

Don't you worry, GF. I don't know many other ways to be than strong; bigAl will tell ya! I learned a very, very valuable lesson last month. I won't get my emotions involved this time at all. I won't hope. In fact, I'm not sure I'd even know what to hope for. I won't really do the work. I'll just sit back and listen. H has a lot of explainin' to do. I was willing to let some of that go last month, but I won't now. Many avid DBers may wanna kick my butt for it, but I'm sorry. If H isn't sorry for what he's done, there won't be a W for him to come home to. He can go wreck OW's life.