So here is my story.
My D-day was the night of August 6, 2013, less than three months ago. I had begun to suspect something was going on. Under the pretence of wanting to get some photos of our vacation, I asked my wife for her cell phone and her password. She was half-asleep and seemed a bit panicked, but gave it to me reluctantly.
She had deleted the voice mails from him but not emptied the deleted folder, and I soon heard all I needed to hear. I confronted her around 11:30 p.m., out of a dead sleep, and very quickly she confessed. It was an ugly scene, the angriest and most hurt I have ever been by a factor of 100. Left the house that night and talked it over with my parents in a crying rage until 3 a.m., tried to sleep and could not. Came home the next morning and started putting the pieces back together.
Guy was a contractor, almost 20 years older than us. We had hired him to re-do our kitchen. Wife is a teacher and has her summers off, and he was here every day for three months, spending way too much time with her (and my two young children). Flirted with her, brought her gifts, etc. It started as an emotional affair and within two months became physical as well. It was about a 12 month emotional affair and 10 month physical affair in all. Guy loved to talk and has had a few wives he’s cheated on, and is pretty much a stereotypical serial philanderer. My wife was the latest victim, though she made her choice, too.
Now I’m left to pick up the pieces.
My wife and I have reconciled and are moving forward. We have done everything right, from joint marriage counseling, to individual counseling sessions, to reading The Five Love Languages and After the Affair together. Our communication is way better, our intimacy has increased. We’re going to make it, I think.
I think.
I spent two weeks contemplating suicide. Two months thinking that I was solely the problem, and that I was undesirable, worthless as a human being. I’m finally mostly beyond that stage.
Now I’m angry and even contemplating a revenge affair. We’ve been married for 17 years, and despite opportunities I have never once strayed, because I loved my wife, and was terrified of losing her and my children. I’m just so disappointed that she wasn’t able to act rationally. She acted selfishly, childishly, and 100% irrationally. I was wronged, so badly. Our communication pre-affair was lousy, and we had largely lost touch with each other emotionally as well. So the reasons behind the affair are complicated and multi-faceted. I could have/should have been a better husband. But I am starting to recognize that I was not to blame, damn it. Rather than working on anything, or telling me how empty she was feeling, she took the easy way out. Now I am one screwed up individual, she is consumed with guilt, and my/our life will never be the same. She did some ugly things during the affair, and lied so many times, that I can’t even look at some of the things that happened without feeling sick.
I have so much more I plan to share here but I thought I’d start with the basics, and ask for your well-wishes. I’m a good man and I’m trying to reconcile and move on.