My first spouse had an affair, we agreed to work on our marriage and then he started seeing her again and lied to me about it again.   At that point, I asked him to leave, took the kids and moved closer to my family in case I just couldn’t live through  the pain.  He did fall in love with her and she with him.  She also gave him permission to drink his head off which I wouldn’t do and she joined him.  (Did I say she was a good friend?)  After 30 years, she died of alcoholism after being sick for 15 years and he now is in and out of the hospital with the same complications.  How sad.

I am glad I didn’t stay because I was 32 with two little kids and was able to have a great career, the children did well and I accidentlyaccidently discovered a fantastic man who became my husband.  Life has been very good for all of us, even though there is still a tiny pain behind my heart for what happened to me way back when and my oldest child suffered also. 

However, if I had been Elizabeth, I would have stayed too and continued to feather the nest so that their young children could be in their home with their father if/when I left this veil of tears, assuming he changed his roaming behavior, supported me and was a good father to our children. His obligation is to her and his children right now.  There will be plenty of time, unfortunately, to investigate if he is the father of that cute baby with the woman he was involved with and at least support and be a father to her if her Mom will let him.  Right now, the focus should be totally on Elizabeth, I think.

Life can just be so hared and unfair sometimes.