...after I came home one night and found tire-tracks in the snow in my parking spot. I confronted her and found out she was banging some guy from her gym. I can pretty much understand, since I work second shift and help her run a day care during the day. We really just don't have time for each other any more. We haven't had sex since before Christmas, and I understand human needs. I've also been able to differentiate between love and sex for a LOONG time. Thing is, I'm not really pissed at her. After all, her and I have been through a lot together. Two kids, her being preggo with my daughter while I was in Iraq....hell, for the first two years of our marraige, we were apart. She's stuck with me through PTSD and the anger and depression that goes along with it, and she's accepted everything with open arms. I guess in a way, I feel I owe it to her to allow this to go on. My only problem is that I can't get laid to save my own life. I don't know why. Maybe deep down I'm not trying hard enough, or if it's just that I'm funny looking. Anyway, anyone got any advice on this whole situation? I'd also like it if we kept the "leave the cheating bitch" comments out of it. I'm not really looking for moral support here....just wondering why it's so hard to get laid in a college town.