I stayed married to my cheating husband who gave his girlfriend up. The hypocrisy of the pair: she pretended to be my friend. When I found out I asked her, since she was 17 years younger than he, if she had any idea what he would be like when he was old. I then described his father who was a disgusting shabby old man. She looked shocked, and said," I did wonder what David would be like as an old man." I reported this to my husband. He looked shocked and ended the relationship. I stayed because my own father walked out on my mother and I didn't want my children to be brought up, as I was, in a one- parent family. When I retired I offered him an amicable divorce. He was horrified at the thought of me getting half of our assets. I made him buy me a house on the south coast and we now live apart. We see one another every six weeks or so. I completely lost respect for him and he knows it and is a gloomy s-d. He gives me a good allowance and I boost my spirits by looking after myself in a way he never did. I wonder if he regrets what he did, which damaged our family irrevocably, but he never speaks of anything that matters. This sounds awful, but I kind of despise him as I like to see nobility in people, and he is penny- pinching and a total misery as a companion. Our only friends are the ones I have made. He hadn't even got the guts to visit his oldest school friend who he was very close to because this man had a devastating stroke, and I suspect my 81 year- old husband cannot bear to be reminded of his own mortality. An unprincipled, selfish selfish man. I told him that if HE has a stroke he should ask his erstwhile girlfriend if she would look after him, and wipe his bottom, as his friend's wife has to do for her husband, because since he wanted to dispose of me to live with his mistress I felt no loyalty towards him. He didn't reply. THERE, I've got that off my chest and feel better, as I can hardly express my ongoing hurt & pain to others. They find it too embarrassing. Please don't tell me I should have divorced him. When one of my sons asked me why I didn't I told him that I was determined never to be poor again as I was brought up in abject poverty, which has had a considerable effect on my self esteem.