Uram, az emberek gyarlók és hibáznak...
The writing's on the wall now, really. It's been confirmed - the other woman's grandmother mentioned it this week.
You know he did it. You know he was laughing at you with the begging and the suggestions of marriage counselling and the pleading for him to tell you what you did so wrong.
We know this now. He was fucking someone else, and laughing at you behind your back. And it doesn't matter how sure you were anyway, that you knew. It's still another punch to the gut, and now you haven't really eaten particularly for three days.
So there's some choices left for you now.
There's divorce him. For adultery. And screw him for all he's worth, like he deserves.
There's divorce him for unreasonable behaviour. Quietly. Calmly. With dignity.
And there's suicide. Which is what you want to do most of all. You haven't stopped thinking about it for... well, months?
I don't know what you're waiting for.