Still alive. Doing well. We came to a sort of peaceful arrangement after everything, though he still sees no future for us as a couple. I don't know if I do or not, but for now, he's with her. He has been seeing a therapist and finally managed to hold down a job for a while, trying to save enough money to set out on his own. He lives in the guest room now. He helps around the house and things are fine. He goes out to see her, but he never mentions her name.
Sometimes I still want to just scream and lash out and demand an answer for his behavior, but I know there is none. I'm focusing on my own life and my own future.
Thanks to everyone for your support here. I don't know if I'll be posting anymore, but it was a crucial exercise in working through the ugliness.
