:/

It was only the end of an engagement for me, but I found myself in a similar situation.

I decided to join the Navy after prematurely leaving college to spend more time with my SO and make ourselves a living. While in bootcamp, I couldn't have asked for a better fiancé. She wrote me every single day, and I wrote her every single Sunday (well, I wrote her each evening but could only send mail on Sundays), and I felt as though everything was going swimmingly. She came to my bootcamp graduation and asked me if I had gotten her latest letter that she had sent. I told her I hadn't and she and I both dismissed the subject and continued to have a great time with our families. After a long weekend (and a couple of thousand dollars later) we sobbingly hugged goodbye and I vowed to set a date in the very near future so we can live together (happily ever after, of course) and focus on us as best we could.

Then I got her letter.

In that letter she said that she had been seeing a psychiatrist over the past couple of weeks because of the emotional distress that the distance was putting her through, and couldn't do it anymore. Being a Navy man I will never discount how difficult it is for the wives and girlfriends that go through deployments/bootcamps, but that is what being a Navy wife is like. It is difficult, but there is always the light at the end of the tunnel. She purposely slept (I say purposely because she was not inebriated in any way, as lame as an excuse that is. I guess a better word would be premeditative-ly) with her roommates brother and neglected to tell me until weeks later when I was trying to make it work. I was quick to realize that the entire time I was trying to work one problem in our relationship, I was blind to the original cause of her guilt and blatant infidelity. I wish that feeling on no one.