[This message edited by OldCow18 at 1:37 PM, June 28th (Friday)]
Do you want me to tell you something really subversive? Love is everything it's cracked up to be. That's why people are so cynical about it.
It's hard to R and live apart. But if I had any doubts, he'd still be over the garage.
Status: tried the world's plan - trying God's now ;)
We'd been together 13 years, married 8, but I knew the damage was done- that I was done. We did not have children, so that probably made it a lot easier for me to make a decision so early on.
The common advice here is not to make any rash decisions, but honestly, when you know, you know.
Love is a Verb.
If you do ask him to leave make some ground rules - like he is not to have contact with OW in anyway shape or form.
Mr Lucky and I did separate for a week - he spent more time here than he had in the past 8 years I finally had to tell him he couldn't be coming over.
I played hardball. Really hard ball, long before I learned of 180 and SI. I refused to let him see our son (then 14) and refused to let him talk to him whenever he wanted. My goal was to let him see what a weekend dad really felt like. He wanted to take Lucky son to a sporting event, I refused telling him it wasn't "his weekend"
ONE week and he was begging to come home.
We also had rules; no dating, no seeing OW, no contact with OW... He didn't much like being all alone in a hotel room where Lucky daughter worked, bummer for him, right?
Really think what you want, having space to think is good but over thinking everything can make things worse too.