I told him that I wanted him to write a timeline. He said that he told me everything (he doesn't like writing) but I told him I NEEDED him to write it down because I would have more questions for him.
Gently, leafields, you're making excuses for him, again. Specifically "he doesn't like writing," which you seem to be somewhat accepting of as something that is hard for him.
I went back and read your first post. You found multiple texts with plans on how, when, where, and how much to cheat on you.
I guess "he doesn't like writing" only comes into play when it is something that he _doesn't_ want to do, because he sure didn't seem to have too much trouble when planning all that stuff out.
Well see how it goes & I'll hold his feet to the fire on it.
Gently, don't hold his feet to any fire.
Him _showing_ you what is important to him is accepting that what he does is what he wants to do. And what he wants to do is what is important to him. It really is that simple.
Did he come up with all sorts of excuses about planning things with his AP? No?
Then, leafields, why is it okay when he gives you excuses? Not even good excuses, either, because it directly contradicts what you already know to be true (him writing to her to plan to cheat) and doesn't make any damned sense at all? What the hell? Does he always spit this sort of drivel?
I do hope that some other readers chime in here to agree or disagree with this statement (hint, hint, dear readers):
The most that I'd do is get a copy of "How to Help Your Spouse Heal from Your Affair" by Linda J. MacDonald, throw it at him and say "Read this." Then I'd do The 180 and see if he even bothers to read the book. Because that's him, showing you what is important to him.
He said that he's got a small glimpse of how bad his behavior was and that he's made the worst mistake of his life.
Okay, were it me in this situation now instead of you that would piss me off, really badly.
"Mistake? MISTAKE? A mistake is when you forget to pick up Cheez Whiz from the store on the way home. This is most certainly not a mistake. Every single time you said something to her that you wouldn't say in front of me was a _choice_ to say that thing. Every single text that you sent that you wouldn't have wanted me to see was a _choice_ to send that text. Between every letter of every word of every sentence in every text you could have made the choice to stop, erase the text, and send, 'We cannot do this' instead of what you did eventually send.
"Every single button on your shirt was a _choice_ to go forward with cheating.
"You remember when I walked in and broke up the embrace in the hotel room? Having the embrace was a choice. Kissing her was a choice. Every single time she said something and you did _not_ stop that conversation was a choice. Every single time that you decided not to tell me what she was saying to you was a choice.
"You know what else is a series of wrong _choices_? Man-made catastrophes, that's what. When a series of wrong _choices_ leads to a plane crash, or a dam failure, or a bridge or building collapse, those are catastrophes. What the hell is the difference between _that_ series of wrong choices and _this_ one?
"So, this is where we are. You screwed the pooch. You left the barn door open and the horses escaped. We are where we are because of your shitty series of shitty choices to be a shitty cheater.
"What are you going to do about it?"
But then, leafields, I tend to get riled up by illogical, inconsistent statements and being treated like I'm stupid. I do, I'll be the first to say so. Being treated like I'm stupid is very disrespectful and I do not like it. We can respectfully disagree all day long and that's fine, that's good, that's dialogue. But dismiss me and that's a whole other kettle of fish.
He got lazy & took me for granted.
That's neither a reason nor an excuse. That's just deciding to act shitty. Does he remember to pay bills? Change his oil in his car? Take the car to a shop? He needs to realize that you where you are with him because you _choose_, every single day, not to just walk the hell out and leave his cheating ass alone and somebody else's problem.
"You took me for granted? Fine. What's for dinner? When will the laundry be done? When will the toilets be cleaned and the furniture dusted, floors swept, yard mowed, dishes washed? Because if you took me for granted, well, I don't. Everything that I do for us is a choice. Now I'm choosing to let you pick up some slack since apparently you can't be trusted to find something constructive to do when you're left alone."
leafields, that ^^^ is some righteous anger.
thoughts?