I agree with a few posters. My WH broke one of the 'biggies', but I stopped being as attentive and didn't work to show my affection as much, so it can be argued that I didn't uphold all of my vows as well. We were 18 and 19 when we got married, so I definitely believe that I didn't know as much as I do now about how much work you must put into a marriage (in fact, I didn't have a clue)...howevever, I was thinking forever when I was at the altar (but then again, I guess not too many people actually think to themselves "alright, this is just the first marriage out of many that I will have"). My WH's cheating started almost a year before we were married. It was a ONS with some random chick and then a short PA with a Mow of one of his good friends at that point. He stood up there at the altar in front of all of our family and friends, even though he knew that he had no qualms cheating, and lied through his teeth. Even though he had no problem helping another married woman cheat on her husband...in their own home. Sure, he was probably employing the infamous WS's compartmentalism "talent"...but still.
I asked him what he was thinking on that day and he says that the fact that he had cheated never even crossed his mind and it didn't bother him in the very slightest while standing under the altar. No guilt, no shame, not even sadness or fear, nothing but happy wedding feelings. Honesly...that scares me more than him saying that the whole day he felt like shit on the inside.
I feel like I was conned. I had a counterfit marriage from the start. My entire marriage started off with this big secret lurking in the background. I didn't marry the person that I thought I was marrying that day. I now feel like I might as well have been standing beside a stranger that day. Sure, I had seen some of the red flags, and the fact that I was so young is probably why I didn't realize that they were red flags flapping in my face, but I thought I had "one of the good ones" and he would never do such a thing.
Honestly, if I had a time machine, I would go back and make myself not marry him at the very least. The only thing that makes me hesitate to say that is my daughter.
I know i'm not a few months from the last dday, but I feel like I signed myself up for a gym membership without checking the place out. Then, for the first four years everything appeared to be very orderly and I was proud to be a member of this gym...but then someone ripped off my very dark sunglasses, and for the first time, I got a look at the scene around me. Floor boards missing, lights flickering on and off, half of the equipment is broken, trash hidden in place, and all of the personal trainers are all of the APs.
ETA: To address the "be together for better or for worse part"...
Putting aside any of the physical parts of the As, I feel like there was quite a while where I was actually alone in the M. My WH bought OW an engagement ring and made a child with her...then when I found out and said that I was not sharing, he decided to "leave" while I was 7 months pregnant. Of course, since he was overseas and we were long distance anyways, it really amounted to him change his relationship status on his FB and me throwng out things like "oh your fiancee doesn't want you to talk to me anymore? Then you should listen to your fiancee who is carrying your child instead of your wife who is carrying your child". This 'separation' lasted just a little over a month, then he decided that he wanted back in the M (of course he just took the A underground but that's besides the point). If you can picture the 'for better or worse' part as handcuffs, he already took his off and left me standing there staring while still deparately trying to find someway to hold on to the cuffs. Even though now he is trying to duct tape the cuffs back around his wrist, the fact that it came undone in the first place still remains.
[This message edited by Tired05 at 6:32 PM, September 7th (Saturday)]