Love takes a lot of work. But cheating takes a lot more work. So why would one choose to work harder. That’s the question that keeps going in my head. There is no accident in cheating, it’s a million different choices that could have been stopped at any point. He could have stopped when he gave her his snap. He could have stopped when she asked for pictures. He could have stopped when he chose to take off his wedding ring. It is intentional. It is hurtful. Choosing to rebuild and try again is even harder though. Choosing to try to work through this as the spouse who was cheated on, and have the knowledge that he chose against me so many times. And yet I’m choosing to try again. I still love him, and I hate what he has done. This duality is keeping me awake at nights. One day, I am hoping that the choices start to come naturally again.