In my fifties, the bulk of my life seemingly behind me, my children grown and my life neatly arranged, everything fell apart. My husband and I raised two children, a son and a daughter. Now, as adults, they’ve built their own lives. My son moved to a different city, while my daughter stayed close, taking care of the house. Amidst this settled life, my husband’s departure for another woman shattered everything. Now, he wants to come back, and I’m torn between forgiveness and moving on.