1.) How long before D-day did you suspect an affair?
End of September I started suspecting an EA. Thanksgiving morning he admitted a PA.
2.) Were you initially caught off guard?
Yes and no. He had just started a new job, with a party culture that went with it (always drinks after work, someone throwing a party, going out for a coworkers birthday, parties at local bars for holidays, etc.) and we had JUST had a baby that I was pretty much on call with 24/7, because he was either working or "needed his rest because he had work the next day"
, so I knew things were off. However, we were still having sex regularly, and it was good sex, so I really didn't think he would risk losing me and what we had by going somewhere else.
3.) If you had suspicions prior to D-day, what were signs that led you to believe your WS was having an affair?
He put a password on his phone. Eight years together, and he never needed one before. He gave some lame excuse about how with the new job in law enforcement he needed to make sure his phone was protected, too, in case he lost it. And if I needed to see anything on it or use his phone, I could just ask and he would unlock it.
So... weird. But he said if I needed to use his phone, he would unlock it for me, so... I guess... since I couls trust my husband... it kind of made sense?
Then he added his AP on facebook and instagram, meanwhile he had always kept his social media accounts and work life completely separate. Why would he suddenly add this woman? A look at her SM accounts didn't make it seem like they had anything in common? And now he was claiming she was just a friend (those three fucking words! I swear, knowing what I know now, anyone that uses the phrase "just a friend," to describe someone is 100% having an affair with them). But she was not pretty and older than him, so I didn't think he would really be interested in her.
And then came the text notifications with "I miss yous" and heart emojis. He insisted everyone at work talked like that because they were all so close.
Yeah. After that I was convinced there was an EA going on, but WH lied, denied and gaslit me so hard I legitimately thought I was losing my mind and maybe seeing things that weren't there.
4.) If you didn’t have suspicions, looking back from D-day do you now see any of the signs of an affair?
I was honestly just so exhausted and stuck in the newborn fog of waking up and nursing every two hours that it's all a blur.
5.) Did your WS have sex in the marital bed?
No. They went to her house or she paid for hotels near work.
6.) Did your WS show signs of being in the “fog” so often mentioned on SI?
Yeah. For me, the fog isn't that you don't know what you're doing is wrong. It was talking to a crazy person. It was dealing with someone who was getting into bar fights and trying to buy cocaine and then WHIPPING OUT HIS BADGE AND THREATENING TO ARREST SOMEONE FOR ASSAULTING AN OFFICER (him), and then telling the story the next day and thinking it was hilarious. It was when we were separated and negotiating child support and he thought I would agree to less than half of what I was legally guaranteed to receive, because he "talked to lots of women and they all receive $600/month in child support." It was when he asked me in one breath if I minded keeping the kids during his time so he could go on vacation with his AP (sure) and in thr next breath said that money was really tight that month and he didn't know if he could afford child & spousal support (uh, no. Not when you just brought up going on vacation, dummy.) When I think of the affair fog, it's when waywards convince themselves that unicorns are going to fly down from the heavens to marry them to their AP and their betrayed ex-spouse is going to be at the wedding and their kids are going to be so happy because they're marrying their AP and look! Unicorns!
7.) On a scale of one to ten, how traumatized were you on D-day and beyond?
10. I lost 30lbs. I'm 5'7" and was down to 113. I looked emaciated. People kept asking me if I was sick. I literally cried for hours everyday when my oldest was at school. I couldn't eat. I couldn't sleep. I did the bare minimum to function for my kids. My oldest was always worried about me and asking what was wrong. I started cutting myself again. I was struggling to get out of bed. I was perpetually in a fog and would lose my train of thought midsentence. It was awful. Without a doubt, the lowest few months of my entire life.
[This message edited by ibonnie at 8:14 PM, August 29th (Thursday)]