I went to see a therapist for myself yesterday to see if I can overcome depression. When we talked about all that has happened throughout my life in the last 11 years, it's no wonder I'm depressed. She swears with meds and therapy, I can overcome all. I've been told that the affair was not my fault ... by both therapists ... this one and the marriage counselor. That helps to hear so I don't feel like as much of a loser/failure as I have this month. The whole thing still pains me deeply. I see my husband, right now, as a coward and failure ... who ran from me and our children when things got rough. He jeopardized our entire life. I see him as so selfish and yet still love him. It's so weird to feel these mixed emotions. I wish it could stop.