“The cliched midlife crisis of adultery and Harley-Davidsons is a thing of the past, according to scientists who claim that men are more optimistic than ever about life after 50″.

Carol Strenger a psychoanalyst at Tel Aviv University believes the term “should be debunked” owing to the fact that men are now much more positive about their future. Increased life expectancy has postponed thoughts of death, allowing the babyboomers to look forward to another 30 years of anxiety and self doubt that marked their early lives.

Well. Sorry. But I beg to differ. From my own personal experiences I can confirm that the “midlife crisis” is alive and well and living in the suburbs.

One of my main reasons for changing my blog format recently was to try and encourage other people to write about their experiences.  I’ve written a lot about how I’ve felt during all those traumatic years, but now, I’m going to go back to the beginning of the end because maybe it can be in some way a comfort to others going through a similar thing…..to know that however difficult it is, life does go on in some way shape or form.

This is my diary entry on the day I found out:-

“Our son’s 11th birthday party and the end of life as I’ve known it for the last 15 years.

During the party my husband did the following:-

1. Went for a run

2. Came back from the run and went straight upstairs to do half an hour of sit-ups

3. Came downstairs and shouted at the children for being too loud

4. We argued for most of the evening about unnecessary stuff.  I began to wonder what was going on.  His behaviour was irrational.  He no longer seemed to want to be part of family life.

5. Whilst lying in bed, I asked him again if he was having an affair.  There was a split second delay before he denied it.  This was the moment I knew.  In that pause.  That 3 second pause changed my life forever.  I pushed him.  Why?  Why did I need to know?

He told me he’d been having an affair for three months.  In my head, I doubled that figure.  I started palpitating.  Feeling sick.  I asked him questions; Who? Where? Why?  ”I’ll never tell you”, he said “it’s completely irrelevant”.

Completely.  Irrelevant.  Completely.  Irrelevant.

I told him to leave.  He wouldn’t.  ”Can’t I make a mistake?” he said.  ”You haven’t made a mistake”, I told him “you’ve made a choice – there’s a world of difference”.

He slept in another room.

I didn’t sleep.

Strangely, initially I felt curiously calm.  Probably because for a long time I’ve known something was wrong and thought it was me.  I’ve been doing my utmost to make him happy and I’ve finally realised that I wasn’t to blame for his behaviour.

This is the worst day of my life ever, ever, ever.  I can’t stop thinking about his deceit, his lies, his lack of feeling for me and our poor children.

The one remaining taboo that hasn’t changed public opinion over the last 20 years is our views on extramarital affairs. An overwhelming majority of 84% said that extramarital sex was ALWAYS WRONG (although they probably didn’t feel the need to shout it like I do).