I feel as if I am in a bad episode of Jerry Springer. The man I loved and adored, who wrote the most beautiful wedding vows when we married, the man who didn't get along and believed he had been wounded and cheated by his second ex wife, left me for her. He remet her at her niece's funeral. Her niece was a ********...yes, they met and began their romance at a ********'s funeral. He came home one night smelling of perfume and told me he had been to walmart to test perfumes to buy me for my 50th birthday. Next day I found two receipts, one for dinner and the other for roses, I confronted him convinced their must be an innocent explanation. He told me he still had feelings for his ex, that she "filled his void". I had been working for three years on night shift, studying at college and doing two days a week internship. He had lost his job of 22 years last October. I collapsed the day after he told me and ended up in hospital. He turned up at the hospital and I am lying in a bed on a drip, with an ekg machine strapped to my chest, all drugged up and he started telling me I needed to have compassion for him and that he was "conflicted." On the day of my 50th he chose instead to go to his son's stag party and he took his ex wife to the wedding in Minnestota. I don't know who this man is? Where did my honest devoted husband go to? What kind of love is it that exist between him and her that could hurt people and begin in lies and deception. He has moved fast...moved in with her the week after he told me the news. He is three payments bhind in our mortgage and didn't tell me. She has a full time job and he is on unemployment and working on the side, drawing quite and income. He has been over when I have been out and taken things out of the house without my permission. I experience waves of shock, depression, anger.....he acts as if nothing significant has happened. I have been totally blindsided.Things were good between us so I thought. I never would have believed him capable of such cruelty. If I cry or get angry he tells me I am being "unreasonable"- and I guess this proves to him that he made the right decision. I feel in my guts it won't work out with his ex (it didn't before) but I am still heartbroken and reeling over the whole nightmare. I did nothing wrong. I loved him. I trusted him. We are still married and he came over to the house to mow her lawn wearing her wedding ring. (he kept it all this time?) It is as if he is not content to have moved on to new love so quickly, but he has some kind of sadistic need to rub salt in my wound. What happened to the many who came home through the door saying "hi babycakes" and kissed me. What happened. I am stuck in this agonising heartbreak and althought I know intellectually what he has done has been horrific...the heart part of me wants him to come home.