Here is a more complete version of my story for those that wanted to read it.
I was married before. My ex wife and I had a horrible marriage. We had met and I got her pregnant before I ever even knew who she was. My twins came from that, they’re 16 now. By the time they were 3 months old, I quickly realized my mistake with her. She was controlling, selfish, mean, and not smart, at all. I stayed with her for the kids, but had a terrible past of infidelity myself. Sleeping with multiple women. One of them turned out to be my current wife.
I’ll never forget the day I met her. He eyes were like emeralds, her smile completely disarmed me. She was my dream girl. 12 years younger than me, smart, breath taking, and willing to do anything for me. When my first marriage ended, my current wife was there to pick up the pieces. We had a love that was unlike anything I had ever experienced.
Fast forward to 2015. My fourth child is born on my birthday that year and I begin to notice her work relationship with her boss is getting more intense. They’re talking more and he’s now showing up to personal functions. I take notice, because I suspected they had a past. After a while I’m getting more suspicious. Eventually I confront her, from my jealousy.
She denies any relationship, but almost simultaneously starts to pull away from me.
She’s less affectionate towards me when he’s around. We then buy a house and it turns out that the house we bought has an apartment upstairs. She convinces me that he could move in upstairs with his adult son and we could live easier from the income. That is when it gets very intense. She’s now pulling away from me if I touch her in front of him. Or even if he’s home.
Again, I confront her. She denies it and now I’m starting to think I’m crazy. Because he’s 23 years older than him. He’s fit, makes a lot of money, but is not handsome. So I start to think I’m losing my mind, “why would she trade down?”
At this point years have passed. Time and time again I tell her to pay more attention to me and that she pulls away from me when he’s around. She says she doesn’t mean to and that she’s sorry. That she’ll stop doing that and be more loving towards me, she promises.
Promises.
This goes on until December of last year. At this point I’m ready to either leave her or go have an affair of my own, but I did neither. I’m holding all of this in now for 4 years.
During that time I entered into depression. Gained weight and couldn’t concentrate on work. So much so that I get fired from my crappy job.
One door closes... I get hired by a company that I dreamed of working for. They want me so badly that the local director reaches out to me and tells me he needs my resume ASAP and that I’m his #1 pick for the position. I’m on cloud 9! I dedicate myself to rebuilding. I lose weight, get in incredible shape and I’m happy. Happier than I’ve been in years.
At the very same time, she pulls away from her co-worker. She tells me that she’s done with him and that she just wants to concentrate on us. I am bitter. I’m resentful. She wants me now because I’m now more desirable. He’s no longer coming around, he’s no longer up her ass.
This lasts for 2 months. My company sends me in a weeklong conference in Mexico and I’m ecstatic! When I return, I discover that a restaurant we frequent has an employee that she knows. Her ex boyfriend that she still talked about, fondly. He’s a new threat. So I start monitoring her phone records and don’t find anything suspicious, except that she’s talking to someone I know. Another co-worker.
The rest of the story is above, but I do know that the first guy had them outed because he was a scorned lover. He still lives in our apartment, but I told him he can never speak with her and that he needs to look for somewhere else to live.
I want you all to know that I wanted to die. I wanted to take my own life because of the pain, but I could never do that to my children. They love me and I love them.
So right now I told her that I need her to back off and give me space. That she needs to work on her.
I will get her to admit to the first affair. She denies it, but all you good people know it to be true.