First let me add my condolences and sympathy. I don’t have much to contribute beyond what’s already been said by some posters; I think Lissa has presented some really sound advice which I would only reiterate. But one thing you said struck me, and I’ll apologize in advance if my response to it sounds arrogant:
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The discovery of her betrayal ended any feelings I had for her. Period.
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I really doubt this. How can I pretend to know what’s in your mind and heart? Obviously I’d be a fool to do so. But I’d encourage you to consider the possibility that even though this might feel like the truth, and even though you might really have needed or wanted this to be the truth at the time, it wasn’t and probably still isn’t. Given the strength of your feelings for your wife, given your dedication to the marriage, given your daily commitment to being a better husband, it simply doesn’t make sense that your love for her would immediately cease to exist. In my experience, love doesn’t work that way, not in the face of loss, in the face of death, or even in the face of betrayal.
You’re angry and have every right to feel deeply wounded. You’ve been betrayed and have every right to feel like there’s no way you could be in a relationship with her again, ever. You have every right to be cautious dating; I’d agree that bringing up marriage before meeting is premature, to say the least. When people talk about men being afraid to commit, they’re not talking about what you’re experiencing, of that I think you can be confident. We’re fond of thinking that there are two sides to every story, because it’s usually true, but it’s entirely possible that her transgression had almost nothing to do with you or the level of your dedication–entirely possible that you are blameless here, that there’s nothing to speak of which you did to cause this or might have done to prevent it.
But I think it would be better to recognize that feelings don’t simply vanish, that while love might take a backseat to anger, it doesn’t walk away. Personally, I’ve had the same reaction to betrayal, only to realize two years later that I was still so hurt because I’d never given myself room to mourn the loss. She hurt me, she didn’t need me anymore, and the only thing I could do at the time was to return the favor and not need her, not love her anymore. It was too painful to admit I still loved her; it was too embarrasing or even pathetic to face the notion that I still had feelings for her after what she did. Rather than being allowed to die a natural death, I buried those feelings alive–and that’s what fucked me up.
If I’m projecting my own experience onto you, I apologize…but I’ve seen this play out in many others, including someone who was hurt by me. But the sound of one’s heart slamming shut sounds all too familiar. It’s OK to feel deeply betrayed and still love the one who betrayed you. For me, I knew I was finally OK with it when it wasn’t painful to remember the good parts, the times when we were crazy in love and everybody around us could see it. I used to say the same thing you said in the OP, that I didn’t think that I’d ever be able to trust another woman enough to give her my heart. What I learned is that you don’t give your heart away to someone; when it’s ready, your heart gives you away.