I met my wife when she was in the 5th grade and I was in the 7th. That was when we each had our first "real" kiss. It is a memory I will charish until the day I day and beond, god willing. We started truly dating in high school and dated continuously for 7 years. We got Married and started a family, we have three beautiful children and a successful life. Kind of a Brady Bunch thing. Well she took a new job at the same place I work and within a year I ran accross excessive phone calls and text messages on her phone. (About $700 worth in one month) The majority of the calls were to two different numbers. Turns out they were two phones owned by the same man. I confronted her and in hindsight I can clearly see where she only devulged enough information to make it sound like a close friendship. We went to counseling and she really seemed like she was responding, I changed everything I did, I wanted to make it a point that I loved her more than enything or anyone. I hit all her triggers and she even stated as much in our counseling sessions. She took an new job at a different location which eased my mind but it in fact made each of them more accessible to each other. I thought all ties were severed until 8 month later when I ran accross an email to him. I confronted her again and this time she basically told me the whole story - they never stopped seeing each other, they had sex, they had oral sex, she called in sick on some days to spend time with him, he emailed her pictures of him in Hawaii on their 10 year anniversay, they told eahc other in many emails that they would love each other forever and infinity, etc. They did all this while my communication with her had escelated as if we were newly in love. There were many, many times when I would text her and he would be right there with her when I had no idea, she tells me know. I want to believe all is over but I was betrayed once before I had any idea and I was betrayed again when I did find the high phone bill. What is really filling me is she saw me many times balled up on the bed, in the closet, in her lap, etc. crying and crying. She faked compassion so well that I dont know if I can ever truct her honesty or her compassion again. I need help. My head is not going to do well with this until I do. Oh yeah, about half way through all this I started taking Prozac which I swore I would never do because I was such an advocate against any SSRI unless it was a very spacial cicumstance, I now see inidality as a spacial circumstance.