I bought my wife flowers a week after she told me about her affair
-----she promised me it wasn't anything physical, but that didn't stop me from being physically ill.
I framed a wedding picture so we'd finally have one after all these years
-----it doesn't stop the good memories being shattered by the words of her confession.
I changed my ways, started being loving again, did the dishes more
------but it wasn't time spent healing the gashes her lies cut.
I continued having passionate sex with her, trying to please her
-----even though all the messages I read told me she was never happy.
And I still try to do the best I can for her, through the pain, the death of my life before this, the silence that's now so loud in our house
-----because one day, when she leaves, I want to know I did the best I could for someone undeserving.
i hope this heals.