It wasn't me.... 

It wasn't me who cheated.

I'm an old-fashioned guy I guess. 

Probably naive too. 

See, I still believe in stuff like hard work, commitment, and honor.

It's how I'm built.

I don't betray.  I'm honest to a fault, and no, I'm not lying.

So when stbx had her second affair, I filed. 

I just figured that if it was me who strayed, I'd want a second chance. 

I'd use that chance to make things right.

 Honestly, though, as I look back, there was never a time I'd cheat.  I guess I've been blessed/cursed with the ability to consider how painful it would be for stbx to be cheated on.

I had opportunities but never acted on them.

Just couldn't.

Funny thing is, looking back, I have no regrets. 

Just don't.

That moment of pleasure, the self endulgence would have eaten me alive.

So now I find myself moving on, and it's not nearly the dreary voyage I'd imagined.  I've met a few nice women whose company I enjoy.  I've healed substantially.

The scars remain.

I may never give again as I gave before.  How about you?  Can you relate?