So I "thought" my husband and I "survived" an affair he had with this woman we both knew....2005. I was really good about it, too...and, the only caveat about everything was that he not have contact...around Christmas he started staying out with his buddies, playing cards, watching the game etc...well that turned into all nighters...not calling and checking in...really unacceptable behavior...in February I found her on his yahoo messenger he left opened...I faked being him (yes. i know, that's wrong) and had a few questions answered...at that time I started looking for an apartment, etc... I'm paralyzed though, my children are both moved out...he swears he's not seeing her & not having contact with her... but, he has his cellphone up his BUTT when he's home & today we were outside doing yard work, and I came in to get something and heard a phone on vibrate, thought it was mine and ran in the bedroom...followed the vibration to a filled-to-the-brim junk drawer with his phone HIDDEN in that drawer...the number was one I didn't know (I knew her old number, this is a new one), and I grabbed the phone, took it to my desk to write down the number for him...as I'm ready to take it out to him, a text comes in...again, yes I know...wrong....I check the text it says "why won't you talk to me"...I text back "call again"...it was her. I was FURIOUS and stormed out to my car. MY FRIGGIN TIRE WAS SLACK! so I drive down to a local place...he's closed early...come home after my dramatic exit after he is begging me to stay -- to call around to make an appointment to get the tire fixed ... EVERYTHING IS CLOSED. Finally, I just say "screw it" and decide that I'll change the tire myself so I can drive to my mother's in New Brunswick (I live in Maine....200 miles away...I can't be here, I'M DONE!)...the friggin SPARE IS FLAT! I leave to go put air in my tire, he calls me and I end up yelling at him...HE GETS MAD AT ME AND HAS BEEN MAD AT ME AND SNARLY ALL DAY!!!!!!! WTH!? anyway...I needed to vent. I'm so done. thank you for listening.