Trust is a funny thing. My ideas of what it means have completely changed through this experience. I don't think it really exists in any meaningful way. People will always do what they want to do and what makes them happy at the end of the day.
I 'trusted' my H to be faithful to me and he wasn't. He did what he wanted. He might end it and come back to me (not looking terribly likely at this point), but then I would only be able to 'trust' him until/if it happened again.
This would not stop me having a R with him, but I don't think trust really exists. I would do everything to make my M work and affair-proof it, but accept that he could go off at any time if the M wasn't meeting his needs.
I suppose this is a rather depressing way of looking at things. I think I might need some therapy after my D is final.
You cannot teach a man anything; you can only help him discover it in himself. Galileo Galilei
