Assassinating her character won't grant you peace. Peace is not for you, Love. You're going to have to suffer, interminably. There is no other option. Join the in' club. Now you know.
Cry. It helps, albeit temporarily. Scream, get in your car. "Honey, I'm going up to get a gallon of 2%. I'll be right back."
"Are you okay, Bob. I know you didn't much last night, but, it's been over a month."
"No, I'm fine. It's all right I told you. Now don't talk about it. I'll be right back."
"Fine, get me an Enquirer and a Carrot Cake Nemo, a soft one from the back of the stack. I love you."
"&*(Oio*8uUJJ" {unintelligible response}. Get in your car, pull around the corner to the QT, up in the corner where the dumpster is, squeeze in next to it. Check the lot, then scream your in' lungs out." It will release that knot in your gut that never will loosen. Get the milk, the Enquirer, the Nemo, a firm one just to bust her in' balls and a soft one for tomorrow morning at work. Then go on home.