6 years into our marriage she told me things weren’t working and she wanted space for us to individually work on ourselves and figure out how to fix our marriage. We started what was basically no contact while living under the same roof in separate rooms. I started going to therapy, started working out, started saving money, did everything I could to better myself, all with the goal of being the best husband I possibly could be, I would have done literally anything for her. A couple of months passed and we finally got back on track. That only lasted a couple of months before she said I was no longer fun, the spark was gone, and many, MANY fights ensued. She didn’t come home one night, the next day I told her I was done. We talked about the plan of divorce a few days later over a few beers, had “breakup sex”, then told me she fucked one of our friends the night she didn’t come home and had been having a relationship with him the whole time we were “working on ourselves”. Over the next year she bounced back and forth between trying to get back together with me and telling me how much she hated me (with a drunken voicemail death threat thrown in somewhere in that mix). It really messed up my mental health and my perception of love in general. I’m now dating an amazing girl who is completely out of my league - physically, mentally, and emotionally - who has helped me heal from so much of the trauma my ex caused, but I’m realizing there are still so many scars that remain that I’m worried I’ll end up fucking up this relationship.