Just acting normal and not making a big deal out of everything makes good sense.
Saturday night we went to a party through my husband's work. I know that a lot of these people are aware of what happened, but no one mentioned anything to me. One guy did come up to me and said he was glad we were back together. I just smiled and thanked him. It was nice of him.
I can fully understand the irony!!! I remember before any of this happened thinking the same thing and talking with others about "If my husband did that he'd be out the door!"
It's funny how you truly don't know how you'd react until you go through it. And one interesting thing I've realized is it's not weakness that helps one to forgive and move forward, but strength.
There is no arriving, ever. It is all a continual becoming.
