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 *** 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.