I know there is hope for my tomorrow. But the slim sliver of hope I was hanging onto for the marriage is gone, gone, gone. I just don't even know this guy. My husband, the one I married, would never drive around drunk, wouldn't lie, wouldn't sneak around. This person on my couch at the moment does all that stuff, all the time now, and could now be in some pretty deep s**t because of it.
Make a list, call the realtor, call the movers, figure out the next steps - that's what I have to do now. Any ambiguity has evaporated. But first I have to get the sob off my couch!