I try to convince myself that I have forgiven him, but I know, that deep down, I am still working on it. I do not trust him 100%, and I doubt myself daily. Recently we were talking about me getting a job when our youngest starts school, and I told him that I'll be looking for work as a 'check-out chick', and he got angry because he says I'm so smart I could be anything I wanted to. And all I could think was that this was coming from the guy who slept with my closest friend, who insisted we take her away with us when we went to see a show, because she was going through a bad divorce with an abusive husband and hopped into her bed when I was in the room. When I realised where he intended to sleep that night I broke into pieces, and started crying, I honestly don't remember what happened next, but I know I ended up on the balcony sobbing and howling my pain, and he came out and told me to 'shut up' before i wake everyone else up. I was floored. His girlfriend blamed me, I cannot even remember how she justified it, just that she did and she told me to get out of his life. Believe it or not the next day she actually told me that we could still be friends because her sleeping with him had nothing to do with our friendship. That still canes me. He had told her that he loved her and that he was going to tell me that night that it was all over between us, he didn't deny this.