Yeah, I'm an ass, too.

So, I got emotional and upset and angry.  I'm not oblivious to the fact that it takes two people to mess up a marriage.  I'm not saying I was a fantastic wife.  I look back and see what he must have seen.  A depressed lady who wasn't a good stay-at-home mother.  Someone who had let herself go physically and mentally.  She wasn't unhappy being married, but he was unhappy being married to her, and that's important.  I just hate the aftermath.  What he did was dicky, but who she was was dicky, too.  Should I keep my emotions to myself?  Maybe, but I did that already and look where it got me! 

Focusing on the present now.  And cooking chili.