My story: WH and I met 11 years ago in a bar on a blind date. We both drank and enjoyed it. We got married, despite that my dumb ass found out about an EA. Almost one year into the marriage, further EA with the same skank. I chose to forgive him that time, too. He seemed to turn things around each time, doing all the right things to show he was remorseful. I forgave that one too. Fast forward 11 years, we are married with a 7yr old son. I had quit drinking except on occasion because I had matured and knew my son needed at least one stable person. WH, however, kept drinking and it kept getting worse. I have allergies and not much of a sense of smell, so I didn't realize how bad it was getting. He would get really drunk a couple of times a week, and drank beer almost every night. I just didn't realize how much. I notice he's texting a lot, but I think it has to do with some of the international work he does. I know something is wrong, because we barely communicate. I had given up trying to get him to talk to me. He would rather spend time with his buddy around the corner. I have felt completely alone for 2 years, at least. Then, 5 days before Christmas I notice him putting his phone face down right after picking it up because he doesn't want me to see it. I gather my thoughts before marching out there and snatching his phone away from him. I see that he has texted this...girl...she's the daughter of his buddy. She's 28, 16 years my junior. She has always had a reputation, sending out vajajay pics at 15, sleeping with multiple guys and being preggo at 17. There are 300+ texts between them. He manhandles the phone away from me before I can see more than just a few of them. I completely compartmentalize (co-dependence anyone?)because I love Christmas and don't want to ruin it for my boy. I think, this might be the last one where he believes in Santa! I continue to compartmentalize because I just can't deal with it much. It's now April. I have asked him a couple of times to see the phone and messages. Each time he says no. I'm sleeping in the guest room and basically going through the motions. Finally, he concedes to show them to me. They are disgusting. Mostly him slobbering all over her with all of the things I have been aching to hear from him. She's an amazing stay at home mom, while I am just a lump. Never mind that his home is spotless, he has gourmet meals prepared for him nearly nightly, and he doesn't have to do anything but take the trash out.
Granted, this girl lives far away, but the fact that he made such a fool of himself is sickening. She gave him just enough bait to keep him coming back for more. She did send him one picture of herself wearing only a shirt. They both concealed it from her Dad, his buddy, who is a really nice guy.
We start MC with the therapist of his choice. He agrees to NC and any other demand that I have, including access to his phone, etc. He says and does all of the right things. There are a few red flags, but they are also things that can be legitimately explained away. i.e. he has to close his home office door frequently because of the type of work he does.
Fast forward another 3 months and I am visiting my parents 2.5 hrs away. I can't explain why I have this bad feeling. I drive home to surprise him and...nothing is wrong. He's on the couch alone, not drinking, not doing anything. I still have that gut feeling, though. The next morning I try to access our cell phone records online and am having trouble getting access. He says "I'm sorry you feel like you have to check up on me." Such sincerity, such remorse. I say "just let me see your phone." There is nothing in the text records, nothing in the email. Then I check his web history and holy shit! A secret email, CL posts for when he has been out of town, or me. Hundreds of messages and fantasy emails. He has NOT been in NC with her. Not only that, but he has been in contact on a regular basis with a couple of other girls as well. I am sickened and disgusted. We have literally wasted hundreds of dollars in therapy for fake R. I tell him I'm done, he can do what he wants. As soon as I am professionally licensed in this state, my son and I will be moving out. I tell him that he needs to go to an AA meeting, right after he goes and fucks himself. (On good days, I still smile that I said that) For the first time, I think he sees that I utterly mean what I say. He goes to an AA meeting that night and for 3 of the next 4 nights. He comes home with the blue book. He reads. He cries and says he's sorry for days afterwards. I have seen him cry exactly twice throughout our entire relationship. I tell him I'm sorry too. Sorry that I didn't leave his stupid ass the first time it happened. Sorry that I ever gave him another chance. Sorry that my son has to be hurt by living in a broken home because of my stupidity. Sorry that he has had the opportunity to make me miserable for 10 years. He says he can't believe I didn't kick him out that first night. He thanks me for letting him stay. Granted, I'm still sleeping in the guest room, but until I can get a job and work, I have NOTHING. No gas, food, or housing $.
Today, he is on day 25 of sobriety. I am going to Al-Anon to figure out wtf is wrong with me for staying that first time, or the 2nd. I know why after that(son), but one person can only take so much abuse. That's exactly what it is, abuse. The emotional abandonment, the making me look like the bad guy because I won't let our son go with him when he is drinking, badmouthing me to his misogynistic buddy. How many more shovels of shit is he going to try to force me to swallow? He swears he has changed, but he hasn't been to a meeting in 2 weeks. He cut ties with his drinking buddy. He leaves his phone and emails available to me. He is present for our son, and for me, and trust me, I have not made this easy on him. I tell exactly what I think, when I think it. It ain't pretty. He just takes it and hugs me. He says he beats himself up daily, but I never hear about that. I told him I want to hear how beats himself up, that way it saves me the trouble. I know, that's unhealthy, but I am so pissed off! Underneath that, I am hurt beyond belief. He made fun of me with that little skank. He talked about my paranoia. He says now that he thinks it all had to do with his drinking. He blamed me for everything so that he was justified. He says he told them whatever they wanted to hear just to try and get some. He says he has never physically been with anyone else except for kissing and a hand job with one girl. Yeah, right, because your track record makes you totally believable.
So my questions are: Is he just rug sweeping? Is there ever a glimmer of hope that someone can actually change? Is he just appeasing me so I won't kick him out? Do I cut my losses and try to have a happy life and set an example of a healthy person for my son, away from his dad? Or do I rip my son's world apart? I feel like, as with voting, choice A is shitty, and choice B is shittier. I know, no major decisions for 6-12 months. I just don't know if I can wait that long. I feel one way one day, another way the next, and still another the following day. I'm so sick of this emotional roller coaster!
Anyone?