Does anyone have any ideas on coping after D-Day? Its been well over a month and I can't move in any direction. Just when I think I'm positive I know what to do, WHAM! I slam into a parallel universe where I change my mind. To complicate matters even more, when my WH came over to visit our D, I was so lonely and sad that I initiated sex and slept with him. (Something I never expected, since my initial reaction was "You'll never touch me again!!") It was so bittersweet. All the while I thought "This is what he did to her." <img border="0" alt="[Teary]" title="" src="graemlins/teary.gif" /> At the time I was just so needy I didn't care. Now I'm angry at myself for being so weak and not being able to stand alone. Anybody been there?