I found out about my fiance's affair in June. It's now October and I question every day if I'm making the right choice.
My Story: I met my fiance almost 3 years ago (late 2010). In fact, this weekend is our anniversary and I think that is what is prompting a lot of this questioning. I'm so sad because he's all excited and wants to celebrate and I don't see what there is to celebrate. This year is a lost cause to me.
Not long after we first started dating, my now-fiance, then-boyfriend logged into his facebook account on my phone and I guess forgot to log out. Hours later I was bored and opened facebook and saw that I had unread private messages. I pretty much immediately realized that I was logged in under his account and that most of the messages were from girls--an alarming number in fact. I told myself it would be wrong to read them, but if I didn't there would be no way for me to sleep that night. I decided I would open up just one to put my fears at rest. Well, the first message was inappropriately flirty. I looked at another. Same thing. The next one was the same. There were probably 6 messages like that all to different girls before I started crying. He was sitting next to me on the couch and he immediately realized what had happened and snatched my phone away from me and proceeded to delete all of the messages right in front of me while simultaneously saying that those weren't sent by him, but by his "friend". I'm not stupid, but he acted like I was a complete idiot and should believe that obvious of a lie. I completely lost my shit and after him FINALLY admitting that he had sent those messages, he apologized and promised it would never happen again.
Our relationship was fairly new at this point, so I didn't know about his family dynamic until this point. He broke down and told me that the reason for his parents' divorce was because of his father's multiple affairs. His father ended up leaving to marry his favorite whore and left my boyfriend, his mom, and his brothers to start a new life (and a new family) halfway across the country when he was in 4th grade. I KNOW that was a devastating and life-changing experience for him. He expressed how much he hates his father for what he did to him and his mother. I took that into consideration when I decided to forgive him for the messages he sent. And when I say I forgave him, I really did. I completely trusted that he wouldn't do that to me again. I was his first long-term girlfriend (we were 28 and 29 at the time) so I gave him the benefit of the doubt that he just didn't know what was expected of him in a committed relationship. I didn't even mention the transgression when we would get into unrelated fights. I never used it as ammunition against him.
Spring 2011: My world comes crashing down on me when I get a call at work from my Mother. She was at the Doctor's office and she is barely able to get out between sobs that she has just been diagnosed with inoperable Stage 4 cancer. If you aren't familiar with cancer stages, there is no Stage 5. My Mother is the person I am closest to in the world. At this point I am now preparing to enter the long and heartbreaking process of dealing with the slow and inevitable death of my mother. She has been on Chemotherapy from the week after her diagnosis until present day. The cancer has now spread to her brain and her liver. There is no hope anymore for a recovery. All we are able to do is try to prolong her life at this point. 2 years of Chemo has wrecked and ravaged her body and it has been the most difficult experience of my life. I hope NONE of you have to ever go through this.
Shortly after the diagnosis: I get a message on Facebook (on my account) from a girl whose name I don't recognize. She told me that my boyfriend had been messaging her and trying to flirt with her. To this day, she is the ONLY person who has ever come to me with any information. I thanked her for the information and left my office and broke down. My Mom is dying and my boyfriend is cheating on me. At this point I was so hurt that I absolutely saw red. I waited until I went to pick him up from work to tell him I knew. I said it was over, and I meant it. I had come to terms with my decision that day that he couldn't do this to me, especially NOW, and claim to love me. He cried and SWORE that it would never happen again, that it was only that one girl this time, and that it was a drunk mistake. I KNEW I was being foolish to take him back. I told him that if I was watching this from the outside, I would tell me to RUN and not look back. I will admit I should have just left at this point. I wish I could go back and do just that, but I didn't want to go through a breakup while my mom was dying. I was honestly afraid that she would die, and I would be left with nobody (my sister moved across the country and my father is emotionally absent). He convinced me that he was really trying and that he was getting better.
Summer 2011: It happens a third time. I found out because, like the last time, I had forgiven him and gave him the benefit of the doubt that it wasn't going to happen again. I was angry one morning thinking about what had happened throughout our relationship and decided that I needed to know right then and there if it was happening again so I took his phone while he was sleeping and found LOTS of texts to and from all of these fucking slutty girls talking extremely explicitly back and forth. I confronted him, completely emotionally beaten down, and he lied half-heartedly about it to try to get me to stay. He threw himself at me and begged me to stay. He did everything I asked of him and truly seemed remorseful and disappointed in himself. I admit, I've given him too many chances because I honestly believe he does not want to be like his father, but can't help himself. He describes it as a "dark thing inside of him" that he tries to control but can't always do it. I made it clear this time that this was SO out of hand and cruel to me at this point that the next time this happens there will be no questions asked--I will just leave and he will never hear from me again. He swears up and down he's a changed man and he is, as far as I can tell. I still feel stupid every time I think about it though, I have nobody to talk to about it.
Summer 2011-Fall 2012: He is wonderful. I check his phone without warning every once in a while and there is NOTHING inappropriate. He seems truly changed and completely remorseful for everything that has happened. I am depending heavily on his support as I am watching my Mom get weaker and weaker. He cooks meals for us, cleans the house, helps me out in every way while I work full-time and try to care for my Mom. I'm so relieved.
Fall 2012: At 30 years old, I realize my lifelong dream of buying my own home (by myself, he is not on the mortgage or the loan--our finances are not combined in any way). He moves in with me and we are happy. We are both doing great things in our careers and I am continuing to care for my Mom, although we are getting late into the disease process. I check his phone infrequently and find no evidence of cheating.
July 2013: I check his facebook not expecting to find anything--just to reassure myself that everything is still fine and I find ongoing messages from two FUCKING C***S he's working with. One of them is 21 (I'm 31 at this point) and has a boyfriend. She seems to get off on the fact that my now-fiance is messaging her while I'M ASLEEP NEXT TO HIM. The other one is 19--A FUCKING CHILD. It's obvious that they've gone out on several "dates" and they have been telling eachother that they love one another. This has been going on for several months by the time I found out. The last message between them was that she was moving away and goodbye. The affair stopped because she left...not because he stopped it.
I may get in trouble for this, but I feel like it's pertinent. I blacked out with rage. I felt NO sadness--only that I was going to fuck him up. I couldn't stop pacing the floor until he came home and I hid in the shadows of our entryway and as soon as he came inside I started pounding on him. I took him by surprise and he was so afraid that I actually felt sorry for him for a moment. I punched him in his smug face outside on the porch and dragged him inside by his hair. I'm screaming that's he's been cheating on me, that he's a fucking liar, look at what he's turned me into, etc. AND HE'S LYING TO MY FACE. I busted his lip open for saying that. I told him to get the fuck out of my house and out of my life. He refused to leave. I threatened to call the police to have him remove him even though I would go to jail.
Eventually I fell to a heap on the floor. He slept on the couch that entire week with me yelling at him to get out. I threw all of his belongings on the front lawn and he picked them up and continued to sleep on the couch and apologize.
At this point though, he hadn't admitted the whole truth. I KNEW something more had to have happened with the girl he was actually going out with (the 19 year old). I took 2 MONTHS of me screaming at him for him to come out and admit that they would go into the walk-in freezer at the restaurant where they worked to make out and who knows what else.
I broke into his iphone after taking it from him and he had deleted everything of course. There is an easy way to find deleted text messages that have either phone numbers or email addresses in them that I can tell people about when I'm able to access that board. Anyway, I got her email address and phone number and decided to call her to corroborate the story he was giving me. She did admit that they had been going out, she KNEW he was engaged, and they had been making out at work for weeks. The smug little c*** never even offered an apology.
Now it's October. He has been promising me that it's never going to happen again, going out of his way to be transparent, reading relationship books and articles on how to help your partner heal from an affair, etc. etc. etc. He is completely remorseful (or at least does a VERY good impression of someone who is). We are about to enter couples counseling.
The thing is...I just don't think it's worth it anymore. I don't feel like I can ever truly trust him to not do this to me again. But... I know he's sorry, I know he WANTS to change. I just don't know if it's even possible for someone as psychologically damaged as he is. I just know I can't do this again. My mother is dying. He decided to betray me in the worst possible way WHILE MY MOTHER IS DYING. I don't think I can get over that. I don't think I SHOULD get over that. I've given up the dream of getting married in time for my mother to see it. I was planning our wedding when I found out this last time.
I know I'm an idiot for trusting him. I know I've given him too many chances. He calls and texts me to check in constantly to tell me where he is and who he's with. He's doing everything he knows to do but I'm worried it's just for show. Then I lose my temper at him and he starts crying and hitting himself. It's these times that I believe he is changing.
I don't even know what kind of advice I'm looking for at this point. Seeing it all written out like this...I would tell me to run away.