Well fellas, like an idiot and against my better judgement, and against the advice of you and my in person friends, my wife talked me into trying to make things work.

It was during the holidays, no surprise, and I was actually anticipating that "holiday hoover". She wanted to work on our relationship and give it one last shot. I figured I would, and just keep one foot out the door, just in case. Shes like kryptonite I swear.

She made all the right promises, how shell be a better wife, be more attentive and loving, put in more effort, not explode and lose her temper, etc etc.

Since that time, weve gone to vegas together (she was supposed to go without me when we were split, but she asked me to come with her when we decided to work shit out.) It was awesome, super sexual and fantasy packed. She said she wanted to invite a girl to join us in bed to see what it's like.

Of course, we never did invite a girl to join us. She never did become more loving and attentive. And wouldnt you know it, her pissy mood came right back.

Weve gone on one date since then, bc I bought the tickets so theres no cancelling. But all other dates were declined. Ironic, since that was her biggest gripe about our relationship.

Fast fwd to super bowl. I'm coming down with something, but still watching the game so I'm on the couch laying.

Shes next to me, but she keeps messing with her phone.

I figure shes instagramming, pinterest, whatever the fuck her gay ass interests are...

But it becomes so constant, and shes doing it to her side opposite me in a way that seems like she doesnt want me to know shes on her phone. Uh oh, red flag

I tell myself I'm just paranoid. Over the years, shes let me know I'm just a crazy man and my reality is wrong.

But it becomes more and more obvious shes hiding something from me on that phone.

So I say ok, what are you doing?

She plays dumb, says huh? What? Like she suddenly doesnt speak english

I repeat, what are you doing?

Nothing, just chilling with my vape pen, and my beer.

Excludes phone.

So I say, who the fuck are you talking to?

She plays dumb still. She stands up, and starts fucking with her phone more aggressively, swiping and holding buttons etc.

"Oh and now you're deleting the evidence, too" I said. "Who the fuck are you talking to?"

"Who am I talking to?" She stalled, while deleting more shit, "uh, uh. Well I'm talking to... aaron"

"The fuck is aaron?"

"Hes a guy at work" (specifically a guy she has always said she hated and couldn't stand. Remember this fellas. I think she doth protest too much, as they say)

"What are you talking about?"

"What are we talking about? Uh, um, life, stuff in general."

"You fucking bitch, are you kidding me? You fucking did it again?!?" I stood up. Yes she has cheated on me years ago, and like an idiot then, I took her back.

I told her were done, yadda yadda, and I kicked her out to the couch.

But the couch wasnt good enough for her, so she decided to leave. When I called, i asked where she was going. Said she wanted to give me some space.

"Are you really fucking going to his house right now?!? How fucking cruel can you be?" I hung up on her.

She showed up in the afternoon yesterday. I kicked her out of the house, made her pack some shit and go. It was rough, the kids were crying, i was crying, but they know it's for the best. They know the truth, i didnt hide anything. They're 15, 13, and 11.

They love their mom, but they hate what shes done and have given me a lot of love and support. They have been surprisingly mature and dare I say wise.

Anywho, that was my bday/valentine's day surprise. But it's what I get, I guess. I really should've had more self respect and confidence in my instincts all along. I dont know why, but maybe I didnt feel like I deserved better, but I know I do.

Meeting with a lawyer today, just worried about the retainer $$$ since I'm now self employed and dont make much.

I just want this to be a lesson to those guys who are wondering if they should reconcile, take back a cheater, or just plain doubt themselves.

Once the trash is out of the house, dont go back rooting through it.