I pulled up at a café we always liked to go to for lunch and he got into the car, and I could tell right away he had bad news for me. He kissed me on the cheek — that was out of character, he always kissed me quite passionately on the lips.
Then, he looked into my eyes and said, "I'm so sorry". He told me he was ending our relationship, that he had realised he did love his wife after all and wanted to give his marriage another go.
I couldn't believe it. I cried, I pretty much begged him to stay with me, but he was cold as ice. He said, once again, that he was sorry and hoped one day we could be friends. Then, he left my car and never spoke to me again.
This happened literally two days before I was going to end my marriage. There was nothing for me to do. I grieved the end of my love affair and then I tried to make my marriage work, but it was too late — I knew I just didn't love my husband.
I'm now single and looking for love. I have reached out to Dave a couple of times and had no response so I've come to accept he wants nothing to do with me. It's all very sad because I did believe that he loved me.