That's the direction I've been leaning in as the situation sinks in a little deeper. I've said it before -- I expected him to slip up. In a way I had hoped he would, because I was concerned he was gay or something. Her, on the other hand, won't slip by so easily. My rage is so intense I had to throw out everything in my house that reminded me of her, even some things she didn't give me. It's been cathartic.