Hi all. I, 24M, and my wife, 26F, have been going through issues recently. She hasn’t been having a great time as her father is passing at the moment and I’ve been supportive 100% of the way through. She recently confided on me that she just felt the need to unwind and wanted to just relax with a drink, which I was happy to fulfil. She asked if I was alright with inviting some mutual friends of ours which albeit I didn’t fully want to, but hey, whatever would make her happy right? Wrong. I invited our friends and it all started alright, but my wife started getting a bit heavy on the drinks. I tried to gently persuade her to stop drinking but she wasn’t having it and pushed me away. I eventually gave up on stopping her and just kept quiet for a while. After she poured herself a few more glasses, she started to get quite giddy and exited. I wasn’t paying much mind as it wasn’t really my place to step in and stop her having fun. She got up from her chair and started walking towards me with her arms out. I went to open mine too to have what I assumed was a hug, but she walked straight past me to one of our friends sat on my sofa right behind me. She happily sat herself down suggestively on his lap, and began her whole monologue of “oh woe is me, my dad is dying and I’m just so sad, and I want my husband to do well in bed to make up for my sadness but he can’t.” I was stunned. I quite literally could not believe what I was hearing. The friend wasn’t particularly happy to be stuck in the situation either, but I’m quite annoyed he didn’t push her away or something before she kept going. She then went on for about 10 consecutive minutes about how I’m horrendous as not only a partner, but as a friend and how I can’t ever perform in bed to her standards. I didn’t want her to keep going as I knew I’d had some issues to do with it before and she was probably just speaking her mind. But then the real gut punch came. She said “To be honest, I think my dying dad would give me a better time than him.” I slowly got up and walked out of the room. As soon as I was gone, I just broke down and started sobbing. It was the worst feeling I’ve ever had. I went and crashed at my brothers house for the night, and I woke up to about 10 missed calls and nearly 100 messages. When I opened my phone and read through it, she kept apologising about what she did and begged me to come home. About halfway through the barrage of messages, she began berating me and calling me a villain, and saying that she was just having a hard time and the alcohol just “got to her”. I went home and walked past my wife to get the rest of my things that I hadn’t brought to my brothers, and told her I wanted a divorce. She started bawling her eyes out and begged me not to, and started promising she’d be better and how she would never betray me or our love like that again. I wanted to stay and believe her but the words from the night before stung badly, and reminded me why I left in the first place. I kept packing and left, and now that I’m sat down with time to reflect, I wonder if I’m the asshole, or if I took it too far.