Thanks everybody for the support. One day at a time.
So what happened? I took the kids to McDonalds for two hours. It sounds trivial, but if you knew us you'd know it wasn't. My kids rarely get to go there and don't even know what a happy meal is.
I got them all happy meals, and let them play, and when the needed rest breaks they did their homework in between. After two hours they were exhausted and ready to go home. I got them settled and WH came home shortly after. He helped put them to bed and immediately sat next to me, instead of our usual waiting a while for them to sleep before we try to talk.
He immediately apologized. He admitted full fault, that what he did was wrong, clearly against my boundaries, etc. He said he was not seeking it (and I already knew that from the internet trail) but he should have clicked away instead of continuing to peruse all the available pages. At the time he wasn't thinking it was more or less porn, and realized after the fact how utterly inappropriate it was and that he would have to tell me. He did not get to tell me right away, stuff happened (which is true) and then he didn't tell me that night because I went to sleep early, and then it was too hard to try to tell me in the morning with all the kiddos around. When I confronted him at work, he panicked and had a deer in the headlights moment and froze. All he knew was what he wanted to say, he couldn't say at work. He realized now there were things he could have said that were more generic to show he accepted guilt and responsibility.
He apologized over and over again. I had taken cheetah's advice, even though I hadn't read it yet.
I was quiet, let him talk. He said he wasn't trying to hide it, that's why it was still in the history. Asked me several times to go downstairs and review the entire history going back four months to prove he has otherwise been sticking to my boundaries, which I declined. He said he'd call the CSAT, but because of my trip he would not be able to see him right away, but he'd see him as soon as I came back. That he would go to some sort of 12 step right after I got back, he was pretty sure there was next Friday night. Asked me what the consequences would be, he deserved them. He was clearly remorseful and afraid.
I told him I didn't know what the consequences would be, I'd have to think about it. I had considered having him sleep elsewhere that night, but it was not logistically practical given my trip etc. I told him I appreciated all that he said, and understood where he was coming from. I told him he had destroyed any trust he had worked so hard to build up until that point. That it made me feel like he was not committed to me and my healing, his recovery, our marriage. That I didn't want to check up on him anymore, but when crap like this happens, makes it hard to wonder what ELSE is there I don't know. How each time something like this happens, it's like DDay all over again. How each time something like this happens, it destroys the whole day for me, compromises my ability to be a good parent, and the kids suffer as a result. That our kids deserved better, I deserved better. I really didn't know how long I could keep doing this. That it was bad enough he did it, and he had made it exponentially worse not making it a priority to tell me and handling it badly upon initial confrontation. He poured salt in the wound doing that.
He apologized again. Said he was committed to me, my healing, his recovery, our family, our marriage. He recognized again that he handled it badly, and accepted responsibility for the fallout. Again asked me to go and check the history, to prove he has been fulfilling his commitment until that point, he was not the man he had been for four months in that moment, and it was an honest fall down a slippery slope he wasn't strong enough to recognize was happening in real time. I told him I didn't want to go check, and it didn't matter. Once was too many. Once destroys everything built up to that point.
I told him I hoped this illustrated to him how grave the problem is, how it is bigger than both of us and we needed help. I didn't want to be his accountability partner, he needed to find a sponsor. Which he agreed, he said his first priority was to choose which 12 step ASAP then get a sponsor. He kept apologizing, kept accepting responsibility, kept saying what he'd do, etc. Kept waiting for the other shoe to drop, I guess. But I was not ready to do anything else, and I think what I said was enough for the time being. Told him I was done talking about it today, I had already lost too much time as a result of all this. He asked if he needed to sleep on the couch, and I told him not this time, we had to get as much good sleep as we can to get through the week.
And we spent the rest of the evening like we normally do, talking about what happened in our days, about the kids, what needed to happen to prepare for my trip, watched TV, etc. And then he broke out in hives, which was probably due to the stress because I'm pretty sure he thought I was going to leave him before he got home.
Tonight we celebrate his birthday, which is tomorrow. We take the kids out to a hibachi restaurant, and they've been so looking forward to it. Tomorrow I get on a plane not long after our class, which is the first group therapy session. Unfortunately not a warm beach trip with cabana boys bringing me drinks, LOL, but a trip with my FOO to do community service. Rebuild homes for those that lost everything, something my sister does full time. I will relish the time away, reconnect with my FOO away from my kids and WH, and will be thankful for what I have and that I can help others that have nothing.