Yes, I think it's both that he felt stronger and more confident and didn't know how to handle feeling this way because he hadn't ever felt like this before. And on the other hand, that our lives were moving towards a more mature and real way of relating, as opposed to the dreamland we were living in, and he chose the easy way out, because he wasn't mature enough to be a man about it. But what makes me suffer most is his continuous effort for me to trust him completely, even though he knew more than anyone how much I've been hurt and betrayed in my life by family and how sensitive and weak I was. I had built my whole world around our life, without any reservation. And he never ever expressed the slightest doubt about it. Ever. This is inhuman. And I know that it's not that the other woman was more beautiful, attractive etc. I know it. I know that he did what he did because of his issues and emotional deficiencies, but that doesn't take away the pain of all my dreams collapsing in just one day. How will I trust again? I don't trust my own judgement anymore, since I was so sure about him.