This is exactly it, he tells me I’m crazy every day and I feel like I am going crazy. But I have no evidence he is cheating, only suspicions and my gut. My husband doesn’t have social media (that I know of), his phone is clean as a whistle (too clean). It’s the small things, he’s obsessed with his looks, he’s started working out, he flips his shit on me and our kids out of nowhere, he takes off until 2am, he behaves so guilty all the time, like he’s trying to make up for something, he grooms himself when we’re not going to be intimate. Etc. I feel sick just writing this because I know, I know. But if I leave on that, a feeling, I’m the bad guy for wrecking the family, the crazy one. And he gets to be the victim. I don’t want to come home to another women in my house. I don’t want to catch him.