So long story short, wife dropped d bomb on me in August. Said she wanted to move back to Norway with our 2 kids from England. I simped and agreed to it. Next day found out she was flirting with another guy online for a year. Also found out her mother was shit talking me for 2 years. December 22.she left with the kids.

I've been depressed and suicidal ever since. I am now in Norway to visit the kids. I arrived yesterday evening. I am staying in the same house as them.

Since arriving she has barely said a word to me. She doesn't want to talk to me about anything. Today when she came back from work she said she is going out to "friends" and will be spending the whole night there.

So my natural thought is she's fucking someone else, maybe.

And yet still.. I'm sat here alone, sobbing my eyes out while the kids are asleep.

Why do I still care? I tell myself I don't care about her and hate her for what she has done already to totally destroy my life and take the kids away, but why... Jesus Christ why... Can't I just get over it and let it go?

At this point I just want the pain to stop but it never does. I still have my bridge suicide plan ready (one of the bridges connecting Wales to England, I've calculated the height and depth of water - I can reach terminal velocity and others have died from the jump so it's likely to work for me), and the only thing that somewhat makes me happy now is knowing I got that option to check myself out. Just knowing the pain can go away if I just do that, makes me warm up and smile.

I honestly don't think I care about this woman anymore but I still hold on to the hate, I can't let it go. The hate is so large that it's making me cry over her lack of empathy or remorse. I just want it all to stop and go away.