To answer your question, no regrets. None. I only regret that's how my life turned out, but I would D again in a heartbeat.
He swears he loved me during this time and never had intentions of losing me. He just thought he'd have extra fun on the side and never get caught.
My Xhole did not want to get D. He never had any intention of leaving me. What he DID want is the best of both worlds (in his mind). Me, at our home taking care of the home fires, kids, daily grind, giving him the image of devoted husband, father, and pillar of the church. And his secret life filled with various OW and their OCs. After we D (were together for almost 30 years), I asked him why he did it. His response? He was hoping I would just be the type of wife that would look the other way. Unfortunately, I did not sign up for that particular marital agreement.
Xhole loved me, based on his own definition that clearly doesn't match my own, we had a good marriage (so it seemed), we had regular date nights, took vacations together regularly, etc. There was no clue anything was no what it appeared on the surface. I was happy, as was he. Kids were happy.
Then the bottom fell out overnight. My bubble burst and my world came crashing down. Once I learned the extent, I could never "unlearn" it, and I lost all respect for him. That was no basis for a marriage. Nor did I want to be the infidelity police for the rest of my life. He had no remorse, only regret for getting caught. He felt entitled to his side pieces.
I was blindsided and angry. Very, very angry that my "best friend" could stab me in the back like that. The betrayal was mindboggling to me. In my world, I don't keep friends like that in my life.
So there I was. Almost 50 years old and starting over. I also discovered that his financial infidelity was just as bad. So I didn't just start over with nothing, I started over with tens of thousands of debt that I knew nothing about until the financial details came out in the D.
Was it scary? Terrifying! But the thought of staying with him was worse to me, and I was losing a piece of my soul every day I was with him knowing what I knew. So I lined up my ducks, kicked him out, filed for D, and faced my fears head on. I took it one day, one hour, and one minute at a time.
Slowly, so ever slowly, I started to see the dark clouds part and sunshine peek through.
Now, over 7 years later, I am so much better off than I EVER was in my sham of a marriage! My kids and I are closer than ever, too.
Regrets? Nope. None at all.
Take your time deciding. There's no rush. Look deep within and be true to yourself. If it's a dealbreaker you owe no one any explanation or justification. For many of us it is just that, a dealbreaker.
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