So, I have posted on some other forums regarding my WW's infidelity and have gotten some good feedback from everyone. I have been reticent about posting my story for fear I would be labeled racist, which I do not believe I am.
The quick summary is thus:
My WW and met in 1997 and dated for about a year before getting married in a big Catholic wedding with all the trimmings. I was very happy, very much in love with her and we seemed like we were of to a good start.
A couple years into the marriage we were at a family party one night and the wine was flowing. Everyone was laughing and visiting outside around a patio fire when the conversation about our past dating lives came up. At some point my sister in law (wife's older sister) blurted out something to the effect that she was surprised my wife dated and married me given I was a white boy. At that moment I thought she meant that she was surprised that my WW who was Italian-American would date an Irish guy like myself. No. She went on to laugh and say that my wife had only dated black guys. I looked over at my wife and she had turned white as a ghost, gave her sister a mean look and then got up and went inside. My sister in law was laughing and her husband quickly and mercifully chided her and then changed the subject.
Fortunately neither my WW's brothers or dad were present at that moment, because over the course of being married to her a couple years I had come to find out her dad was mob affiliated. This was not known to me at the time of our wedding. I had to slowly glean this information. I also found out directly, just from talking to my brothers in law and my father in law that they despise African Americans; as in hate them with a passion.
Well I was a bit flummoxed. Not really mad, but irritated that my wife forgot to mention that all the guys she had slept with before she married me were black guys. That night I asked her point blank if she preferred black men for partners, and she said something to the affect that yes she had, up until she met me, and that I shouldn't be concerned about it and that it was in her past and that she was totally happy and satisfied with me.
Well I didn't harp on it. The past was the past right? I had slept with a lot more women than she had men, so I couldn't really judge her. That was my reasoning. So I let it go and absorbed the new information and just kind of moved on. At the time I wasn't all that hurt -- just irritated that she had left out that information while we were dating and engaged. It would have been nice to know you know? It would not have made any difference to me at the time because I was in love with her, and I am not racist. I grew up in an urban neighborhood with a 50/50 ratio of whites and blacks. Three of my best childhood friends were black and I am still close with those guys today. I dated black girls in high school and college and I am not in any way against interracial dating or marriage. In fact I'm one of those guys who thinks the more racial and ethnic blending in our American society the better. It would make us a less divided society.
But back to my WW and what I discovered a couple weeks ago. Turns out that for the last six months my WW has been playing sperm bank to at least three men that I have evidence for. The information came to light about two months ago when I got a text message from one of my credit card services notifying me that a large payment (above $500) had been made at a hotel on the far side of the city from where I live. My wife is a spendthrift, and I have notifications sent to me whenever she or I spend over $500. Well this particular payment was for a hotel suite. My WW was supposed to have been a hundred miles away at a baby shower thrown by a so called friend.
Anyways, I knew something was up, so after she got back I didn't say anything to her. I got on some infidelity boards, including this one, and gleaned some information about investigating possible adultery. After a couple days I settled on hiring a P.I. I did this about a month and a half ago. He spent the next month investigating and gathering data while I waited. In the meantime my gut was screaming that she had been up to no good. I hardly slept or ate, and I know the WW was on to me because she walked around like a scared deer.
Sure enough, a little over two weeks ago the P.I. came back with phone records, receipts, and other hard evidence that my wife had been meeting with three men, all African American, and had been to hotels with them, paying for the rooms herself. The mistake she made this one last time was she used the wrong credit card. Had I not gotten that notification I never would have suspected her. I have names of two of the men. One of them is a coworker of hers.
On September 20th I gathered up all the evidence and waited until she got home. When she came upstairs I confronted her in the bedroom and showed her the stack of evidence. She about passed out, cried uncontrollably, and wouldn't say anything to me for a long time. Eventually after I got her calmed down she admitted it was true, and for the past few weeks I have been squeezing her for details which she has been loathe to give me.
That night I kicked her out of the bedroom. I cancelled all our joint credit cards and I have been to see four lawyers so far. I have not made a move on filing for D yet, but I know pretty much where I would stand if and when I file. My inclination is to divorce now, but I still have my younger daughter at home. I really don't want to disrupt her life while she is in high school. This is an important time in her life. She will be 18 in three years and my thought is to stick it out in the marriage until she graduates high school and leaves for college. I plan on following her out the door.
My WW is scared shitless as you may guess. She makes a pittance at her job and doesn't really have any marketable skills because she has spent most of our marriage as a homemaker and mom. If I divorce her she will suffer a big hit to her lifestyle, which is a good one. I have provided well for my family and we live comfortably.
My biggest anger in this whole thing, aside from the hurt of her betrayals, is wondering constantly why she chose to marry me, the whitest of white men, when it is obvious to me that her physical desires are for black men. Why didn't she just rebel against her family and find an African American guy to marry and settle down with? Yeah her dad would have probably disowned her, but did that give her the right to make me out for a rube?
We haven't told anyone. I'm worried what her dad and brothers would do if they find out. I could see them tracking these guys down and putting serious hurt on them and dragging me and my WW into a big legal mess. I have a hard-earned reputation that I do not want tarnished, so I don't want her family and the whole city knowing. I also don't want to tell our daughters, because it would only be a matter of time until they let the truth slip and then boom!
I feel totally alone in this. If it were not for my youngest daughter, I would have already kicked her sorry mom's butt to the curb. Anyways, that is my story. It is good to get this out. And I apologize if I have offended anyone. If this post does come across as racist then I will delete it.
Anyways, I'm not sure what I'm looking for. Maybe some affirmation that my feelings are valid. I have been reading enough of the threads and other writings here on SI to where I will be able to plot a good course when I'm ready to move forwards.