This is perfect. I can say, and often say when I write about my affair, "All affairs end, and they usually end badly." And I started believing that before my affair ever ended. Badly. I knew that already, when I started the affair. I don't know why I did it. I fell into it. But I knew it would bring me much pain, I knew that was inevitable. I'm so sorry. For both of us. And although I am sorry, I haven't regrets. The bad things make me better. But when I was in it, and when it ended, badly, four years ago, I really thought it would bring me down. But it didn't. I Persevere. And life goes on.