Thank you! Right after I found out I would cry in public, really. I remember telling the gas station attendant, a very charming muscley middle eastern man I knew fairly well from going into his station regularly, that my husband had a girlfriend. It was like I was shell shocked. He said, "what? Is he BLIND?"
That helped me more after the shock wore off than i should admit. I guess it showed me that the affair wasn't about me, but rather him.
Now a days, I just work as hard as I can on focusing in my life, on making it better. That's what makes me feel better.
Even though since I"ve given up the addictive relationship, I"m finding there are parts of myself that are pretty ugly. Gotta acknowledge them and eradicate them.