The evenings are the hardest. This post is going to be long and sad but it's been a rough night. I've cried pretty much all night, barely slept and still can't sleep so thought it best to write it out here as this has really helped me this last month.
This spiral, otherwise known as my marriage and life, was so heavy last night. Alone. Friday night. Alone. This wasn't the life I had in mind for myself and not the one I signed up for when I decided to marry him. Aside from all the hurt he's caused me, his awful betrayal, I miss him. I hate him. But I miss him. I haven't spent more than 30 minutes with him this past month. I've spent only about an hour talking to him - all about his betrayal and disgusting behavior.
At my weakest moment tonight while tossing and turning in bed, I called him. It was after midnight but he answered. I want to try to remember the conversation because I know down the road it will be of some comfort to me or remind of the answers to so many of the questions constantly assaulting my mind. I don't journal. Maybe I should, but I don't, so I'll just write it here since I find myself coming back here to read the history of events otherwise known as the demise of my marriage plus I devour the responses and advice you all have given me. Such a gift.
I hope you don't mind that I write it out here and try to remember it the best I can this way.
Me: I'm so angry at you.
WH: I'm so sorry (breaks out crying.) I can't stand myself for what I've done and how I've hurt you.
Me: I'll never understand. I'll never get over it. (Now weepy, too.)
WH: I know.
Me: There's nothing more I could have done to make our marriage better. I don't know what was missing for you but I go over and over it in my mind and I can't think of a thing. I hate how I'm doubting myself and the feeling I get that our marriage was all a sham to you. If you needed something, you just needed to talk to me. Why didn't you just talk to me?
WH: I don't know but there isn't anything I thought was missing and I still don't think there is. I don't know what's wrong with me. I miss you so much. I feel like I'm dying.
Me: I guess then there was nothing missing but another woman for you. You're so selfish. What hurts the most is that you, more than anyone, knew how XH affair nearly destroyed me. I told you everything. You knew my weaknesses. You were the only one who could ever keep me safe from that again. I never expected that you of all people would stab me in the back. It's worse than XH because you knew how badly it would hurt me. You're supposed to have my back, not stab it. Now I know. No one can be trusted and definitely not you. Why'd you do it?
WH: (Crying) I've been asking myself over and over.
Me: And?
WH: The attention felt good.
Me: I'm guessing the sex did, too. It makes me sick thinking of you having sex with her. Physically sick. My skin crawls. I feel like I want to punch you, slap you, scratch your eyes out. It makes me even sicker that I feel this way. Fuck I hate you for that.
WH: I hate that I have done this to you. I'm so sorry.
Me: Are you still seeing her?
WH: No. Not at all. I told you I ended it when I did. I haven't spoken to her at all.
Me: You're lying. I know you are.
WH: I'm not lying. I haven't spoken to her.
Me: Oh, yes, of course I know you are being "literal" and not technically lying in your confused mind, because maybe you haven't spoken face to face or on the phone. Let me rephrase that - have you been in touch with her?
WH: No, not at all.
Me: I know you're lying and this is why we will never work this out.
WH: I have not been in touch with her.
Me: Since I know you're incapable of telling the truth, let me just save you this one time and tell you I know you have been in touch. I'm not stupid. Do you really think I would end our marriage over one text with absolutely no evidence of an affair? How heartless do you think I am? Do you really think I wouldn't have just assumed you meant that text for me and think, "oh how fun, he wants to be playful with me," if I didn't know somehow that there was something going on with someone else? How do you think I found that out? How did you stay in touch with your piece of ass throughout your whole sordid affair? Just think real hard for a minute on that because the last thing I am is stupid and I know you have been in touch! You're such a liar.
WH: By phone.
Me: You're a fucking genius.
WH: But I still haven't been in touch with her.
Me; Such a liar. Every call, every text leaves a trail.
WH: I haven't texted her or called her.
Me: Fucking calls and texts work both ways, genius.
WH: She texted me.
Me: See, your first inclination will always be to lie first, think about the truth later. (I knew she texted because I'm an idiot and checked phone records again.) I can't and won't live like this, always feeling the need to check up on things and you. You just proved you aren't trustworthy yet again.
WH: But I didn't reach out to her.
Me: The fact you don't know what "being in touch" means pisses me off. I thought you were smarter than that.
WH: I guess you sent her a message or text. She texted me and told me and wanted to know what I thought you were going to do.
Me: The fact she even thought you were the person she should ask that question of tells me she came to rely on you. That pisses me off even more. And the fact that right now I think you didn't tell me about the text was because you were protecting her? This enrages me even more!
WH: I'm not protecting her. I didn't text her back. (I know he didn't, at least not via mobile service.)
Me: You could totally be lying and I would never know because there are all kinds of ways to communicate now that leave no record that can be traced. I'm just gonna assume you're lying. What did she say in her texts to you?
WH: She wanted to know if she should be worried about you. If you were angry and planning to do anything. What she should say to you if anything.
Me: That's rich. She fucks my husband and then is worried that I'll exact any revenge. You picked a real winner there. I guess she thinks bad behavior should have no consequences? Her daughter has no hope of having a decent mother. Why didn't you comfort her, tell her it would be alright and you'd take care of everything? Isn't that the role you wanted in all of this?
WH: I can't even think about her without being angry at myself. I didn't want her to think she could still contact me and I would reply. I told her it was over. I mean that. It is over. Please know this.
Me: I just think you don't trust yourself. If you start talking to her again your dick might fall back in her.
WH: Being crude isn't your style.
Me: Fuck you. I didn't think fucking other women was your style and yet here we are. I guess neither of us is who we thought we were.
WH: I'm sorry. I have no attachment to her at all. I won't be seeing or reaching out to her again. Ever.
Me: Then you're a cruel son of a bitch for using her that way. She definitely felt some attachment for you if you're the first person she runs to when the big, bad betrayed wife sends a note, which was not at all threatening by the way, to her. She's weak. I didn't take you for someone who preyed on weak women.
WH: I didn't prey on her. I don't know how it happened. We just started talking about the dogs. She showed me how to teach them some tricks and it just grew from there. It was so stupid.
Me: "It" wasn't stupid. You were. You are. Jesus, how did I misjudge you so badly?
WH: It was all a mistake.
Me: A mistake happens once. How do you explain 6 months, if that is even the truth.
WH: It was 4 months, maybe less.
Me: Really? You want to argue the severity of your affair this way? 6 months if you add the "courting someone other than your wife" time. I bet you loved that time. How fun to be flirting with new love while I was obliviously in love with my wonderful husband.
WH: I didn't love her.
Me: Stop telling me that. In my mind and heart, you were head over heels in love and couldn't wait to spend every possible moment with her. It better have been something so powerful you just could not control yourself. Thinking it was just a "ho hum, might as well" feeling makes it even worse for me. If you could break my heart over a "gee, she's good enough" affair, then I can't even comprehend who you are. I am a fucking goddamn prize! You better have felt like you got struck by lightning when you saw her to have thrown me to the curb like you did.
WH: I wasn't thinking at all obviously. I just liked the attention. I don't even know why she liked me but she made it clear and was very friendly.
Me: And you just lack self-restraint? Is that what you're telling me? Being married just slipped your mind? The ring on your finger was invisible? Did you take it off to make yourself feel better?
WH: No, I never took my ring off. She of course knew I was married.
Me: I can't believe you let her in our house alone. What the fuck? Fuck, fuck, fuck. Do you have any idea what that does to me to even think about it? God damn you. How could you be so stupid? She cuddled with my dog!!! I'll never get over this. What an incredible violation. What the hell were you thinking while she was in our house alone?
WH: I was always panicked. It freaked me out but I just didn't know how to deal with telling her no. I was a mess. It was awful.
Me: What? Did she threaten you with telling me?
WH: No. But she acted hurt when we would go away and said this would help her feel less sad.
Me: Fucking genius you are.
WH: She always acted professional.
Me: Except when she was fucking my husband.
WH: I know her business is important to her.
Me: Not as important as you think obviously. My god you are such an idiot on a scale I can't even register.
WH: Is there any chance you'll keep talking to me and let us try to work it out? I'm so miserable without you at home.
Me: I'm so miserable knowing you could do this to me. I'm not the one who had to get married, remember? I told you I was perfectly fine to be exclusive companions and if it were that way to the end of our lives I could live with that. You convinced me otherwise. Why if that isn't what you really wanted?
WH: It is what I want. I made a horrible mistake. I'll never be able to forgive myself for picking my ego over you. That's all it was. It made me feel good for a few minute but it definitely wasn't worth it. It was not worth the pain I caused you or losing you.
Me: We had a deal. Cheating means it's over. Why shouldn't that apply to your cheating?
WH: It should. I just never imagined. I'm so sorry. Is there any hope? Am I not worth even considering trying?
Me: I saw myself growing old with you. I used to be bummed that I would never be the person who got to celebrate a Golden 50th Anniversary with the love of my life but I thought hey, we might get 30 years together and that would be awesome and cool, too. Just that thought alone brought me comfort. I am shaken to my core at how easy it was for you to just destroy that.
WH: (Crying) I'm so sorry. I've never loved anyone as much as you and I never, ever wanted to hurt you. I've just been such an idiot. We built a good life and it is all I need. I know that. Now.
Me: You know it's too late, right?
WH: Please don't say that. Please let me try to make it better.
Me: (Crying) I just don't have it in me. Life is short. It grows shorter every day for us. I'm not a bright-eyed 20 year old anymore looking at rainbows and bliss if we can get past all the hurt. I'm an aging 53 year old woman who knows time is precious and that spending years trying to fix something I didn't break is not the best use of the precious time I have left. I'm just not up for the hard road ahead. It was never part of my plan. Our plan.
WH: Just think about it, please.
Me: It's all I have been doing for a month now. What an enormous waste of precious time. It's been excruciating. I just don't have it in me. We need to start our own healing now and find a way to make the best of the rest of the time we have left.
WH: Please don't hang up. Please keep talking to me. Please.
Me. I don't mind telling you that aside from your very bad behavior and indiscretion, you were a very good husband. We really did build a nice life and I loved the life we had. You made it easy to love you. I hope I made it easy to love me. If you find that again, please treasure it. Don't taint it. Put it on a pedestal and honor it. I've learned it can be rare.
WH: Please don't go.
Me: I have to go now. Thank you for the part of the journey of my life we shared but it has come to its end. I saw it going much longer but it's come to its end. (Click.)

I'm an absolute mess so now I'm going to get up, shower and go to a yoga class. Go find some strength and maybe myself along the way.
Have a good day, everyone. Love with everything you have.