There were a few reasons that I decided to leave.
The night I found the text messages, I confronted him. WH was all over the place. Initially, he was angry and blamed me for snooping. Then he quickly sifted to this calm rationalization. And lastly, he dissolved into tears and started telling me that I was better off without him... blah, blah, blah. This all happened in the course of 30 minutes. Every fiber of my being told me that I needed to get out of that house. I just knew he wouldn't leave.
I packed an overnight bag for the children and me. He tried to convince me to stay but I knew if I didn't go, it was going to escalate. I've been through one DDay already. I remember the screaming, breaking things, sobbing, you name it. I didn't want the kids to witness that.
So, the kids and I went to stay with my parents. They told me that if I wanted to move in with them I could. Part of me was hoping, early on, that my leaving would snap him back into reality. It didn't. So I told him I was going to stay with my parents for a while. 2 days after I found out about the affair, he brought OW over for a slumber party. I knew I could never live in that house again. She is now practically living there, except when he has the boys. It kills me to think he could bring her over when they are there. He has only had them a few times and they are old enough to tell me if she is there. I've asked vague questions about their visits and I'm 99% certain they haven't met her yet. Only time will tell with these 2 selfish a**holes.
The practical aspect is that I only work part-time. I knew that I would never be able to afford the house on my own and I honestly didn't want to have to depend on him to help pay for it. What if he was late with checks or just didn't pay at all? That stress would have been too great. Also, we purchased the house less than a year ago. There is no equity it, in fact its more of a liability to me than anything.
So, long story short. I just didn't want to stay there. I'm with my parents. They have ample room for all three of us. The boys each have their own bedroom, as do I. I have a built in support system and an opportunity to get back on my feet. My lawyer suggested it may have to be sold. I guess we will cross that bridge when we get there.
I don't know if its so much leaving the house that's sad. Its the hopes and dreams I had for the house, for the future.
[This message edited by hangingontohope7 at 10:13 AM, July 22nd (Monday)]