How long am I willing to wait? I will never say those vows to another man for as long as I live. I meant them - every word - and will mean them till I die. I know that sounds melodramatic but that is the kind of person I am. I have not always been a decent person in my life, learned hard lessons early and now live as best I can.<P>I am not sure Plan A is possible at this time and so, I am in a sort of PlanAB, I suppose. I just have a feeling in my heart that this new relationship cannot last. (The affair started via email in the last yeaar but wasn't hot and heavy until Jan/Feb. and they were together for the first time at the end of Feb. He moved there about 1.5 weeks ago.) While I do not wish to just bide my time waiting on him, I have no desire to divorce. I want him to discover whatever he needs to in this relationship. If this is truly that meaningful to him, in my love for him, I cannot deny him the chance. <P>God, I know this all sounds so foolish but...this is the only way I know how to love. And even though the pain is beyond what I thought I could stand, and even though I have never felt as alone and as small and weak as I feel now, I want to let him run. I want him to see what the world is like without me. And that means taking the chance that he won't come back. I have to believe it's worth it...<P>I cannot demand that he leave her now and come back. We never had therapy as he left very shortly after telling me about it. He ensured there would be no chance for me to speak with him about it. He had made up his mind and did what he wanted. All I can do is wait and see.<P>I have good days and bad days - today, he was constantly in my mind. Some days, I can make it through an entire hour without a reminder. But mostly I am waiting. For a sign, for anything...And I do not want to make it sound as though I couldn't move on. If life demands it, I will divorce. But I will never love another person as I love him. And that's a hard thing to fit into a broken heart. But I know it as truth. And perhaps that is why it hurts so much. I assume it is also understandable that I also hate him for doing this to me. To us.<P>You see, I was going to really start working on us - I had quit my job, I was going to ask him to go to therapy with me or at least to help me with my own...I suppose it's all a matter of poor timing. If I'd done it a few months earlier, I might have prevented the whole thing. That's a thought I don't like to consider.<P>Anyway, I know this is disjointed and confusing but - I still have trouble putting things together. Still in shock, in a way, I think. As I told him, I am broken. And I have no idea how to put myself back together. So I just go from one day to the next and try to maintain hope. But I don't know how it will be to see him again. I ache to see him but I don't want him to see me cry. I want to be strong. But my soul yearns to touch him, to smell him...do you know I still worry if he's all right? Is that insane or what?