Yeah. I ended up with my AP. My wife said I'd end up miserable, because neither of us cheating scum are good people and I had not appreciated what I had in her.

I thought "well, if it makes her feel better to believe that; but... naaah. We're in love."

It's been two years. I still think about her every day. My life, house, body, ambition, soul are falling apart. I hold the last few keepsakes I have of her and weep like a little bitch, rocking back and forth on the filthy floor.

She's remarried, living in a mansion, and cuddling with our cats.

If she didn't insist that she would still somehow care enough to be sad if I died, I would have eaten a lead breakfast a year ago.