the truth in a condom

As I've mentioned I don't have a washer or dryer. I've been using a laundry mat.  Well, Yesterday evening the ex needed me to watch the kids on his day at his house (he had to leave with them first thing in the morning which is why they didn't just stay with me) and he offered to let me do my laundry there as a thank you. Super sweet of him! So after he left I went to start my laundry and there, in the bottom of the washer, was a purple wrapper.  I knew instantly what I was looking at. A CONDOM!  We haven't lived together in months, sure I figured he was sleeping with other people by now, the kids have even called him at night and he's told them he was at a friends house so I knew...but I didn't know until I saw that condom.  and it hit me like a fist to the gut.  This was really my life.  This man was no longer my husband (well legally he is for a little bit longer...). The book slammed shut on the past decade of my life.  My marriage was completely over, done, dead.  The truth was in the condom sitting at the bottom of the washer.