I’m afraid this is going to be a big, LONG rambling mess. First let me say, thank goodness for SI. I have been lurking for many months. Now that I am faced with the concrete reality of my situation, I am going to have to draw strength from all of you who share so unselfishly.
The Beginning - I started having suspicions last summer. WH was saying he wasn’t terribly busy at work. FF to last fall and all of a sudden he is working late 2-4 nights a week, every week. Not telling me he is going to be working late or even calling me when he is leaving so I know when to expect him home. He starts wearing aftershave again. He starts trying to lose weight. He seems disconnected and distant. I flat out say, “What’s going on? Put your self in my place and let’s add this up and see how it looks.”
I get all the reassurances - I would NEVER, you are the ONLY, you can TRUST me. He told me he could turn on the GPS on his phone and use the family locator app, “oh, but I could always just leave the phone on my desk and then go back for it later, so you really wouldn’t know. I could take pictures of the office to prove I’m really at work.” Wow, for someone who has NEVER, you suddenly have a lot of info about avoiding detection.
I find SI. I check the cell phone logs, check his cell phone for text messages, check his computer history and email. Anything I can think of without his being aware that I am checking. I have all his passwords so no problem, right. Of course, there is the small problem of the software he suddenly has on his computer and phone that provides private browsing! I didn’t even know there was such a thing.
Just to keep things interesting, at this same time, he begins typing away like mad on his laptop at night (with me sitting in room with him). “What are you doing?” “Oh, I decided to start a journal, you know, to chronicle my day, what we had for dinner, what we are doing, that kind of thing. Kinda boring, but I like doing it.” So WH types like mad, pauses and folds his hands and reads, smirks and then goes back to typing. For hours at a time. Wow, for a boring life, you really are getting a kick out of this. And funny that it’s only on certain nights, guess life isn’t that interesting the rest of the week.
Takes me a while, because prior to this I have unequivocally (blindly, stupidly) trusted my WH. Did I mention we have been married for over 30 years? Finally I ask who he is talking to? He tries to sidestep and dissemble, but I keep pushing and tell him I KNOW he is chatting with someone online.
The Middle - So it starts to come out. Someone gave him the name of a website - it is a gateway to porn sites and online sex chat forums. Seems WH has struck up a friendship with several of the girls (from another country) on the forum, three in particular. But “they’re not that kind of girl, they only do it because they have no other option, one is supporting her orphaned brother (I kid you not)….” Cue the beginning of the minimizing, gaslighting and rationalizing.
This is an open forum and he just chats, he doesn’t go “private.” You have to pay to go private and he doesn’t want anything sexual, he is just there for the camaraderie. WH strikes up friendships with some of the other visitors and chats with them as well. Isn’t that nice, it’s really just one big happy, social forum. WH is a favorite of the girls because he is respectful and they understand he is just there to talk and don’t push him for more. WH is so respectful he keeps all the other visitors in line when they start to get rude.
WH tells the girls (and the rest of the open forum?) all about me, our DSs, our lives, what we are doing, where we are going on vacation, every detail. He learns all about the girls’ lives as well. WH’s face glows with pride when he says the girls tell him he is such a great man. He says this over and over. WH says that he has thought about it and if I were talking online in this manner to some men, it really wouldn’t bother him (believe me, I called bull on this!).
Well guess what, it bothers me! A LOT. WH agrees to stop (I know, I’ve lurked long enough to know better). And for several weeks he does.
You know what’s coming. WH resumes chatting with paid Internet Sex Sluts (my term - ISS - I was going to use PISS, but even as mad/hurt/devastated as I am, that just doesn’t seem right), again with me right there. Yeah, because I got STUPID in the last few weeks and don’t recognize what’s going on. To give WH credit, he does try to subdue his actions and tries not to laugh and react to what he is reading as much.
And here begins my journey down the rabbit hole (if you have had the fortitude to keep reading and I haven’t bored you yet). WH has been complaining the battery on his new smartphone doesn’t even last a day (and he has started keeping it with him AT ALL TIMES, I know another clue). So he leaves it plugged in in the car while he quickly runs into a store. I stay in the car and pick up his phone to try and see what is running the battery down so fast.
And there it is! I open his gmail (the one he says he can’t remember the password to and never uses). He reestablished contacted with the ISSs on Thursday!! I didn’t know how to forward the emails without him knowing so I just put the phone down. Once my hands stop shaking, and thanks to my lurking here, I realized I should take pictures of the messages.
Somehow I manage not to let on that I know something is going on. I am DISGUSTED and DEVASTATED by what I read. WH feels deeply, emotionally connected to ISSs. One is his favorite. He misses her, and money is tight right now, but he will try and visit as much as possible.
WTF!!!! OK, another lie exposed. This “great man” really IS paying for his “visits.” Hear that? That’s the sound of my world exploding!! Who is this man that can kiss me goodbye so tenderly in the morning and complain to his main-ISS just hours before about how hurt he is that I didn’t do enough for his Father’s day (ignoring the fact he completely blew off Mother’s Day)?
But wait, there’s more - another app I found on his phone is to locate hotels - and it gives you the option to search privately. But he has no idea how the app got on his phone! Oh, and he looks at the ads on CL just because they are interesting.
Really, WTF!!!! So exactly what am I dealing with - paid ISSs for sure, CL hookups maybe, more? What is going on with my life?
Told you this was going to be long. Thanks for reading.
[This message edited by nightsky at 3:09 PM, June 18th (Monday)]