So here I am again . . .
I took a bit of a break away from SI (a few months). I was focusing on enjoying the summer months with my kids. I wish I wasn't back.
A quick recap, my WH had hidden 21+ years of betrayal including 5 ONS's (a couple before we were even married). Never a repeat visit with any of his APs. He insists all of his needs were met in our marriage -- claims he is an SA (diagnosed) with FOO issues being his rationale. Isn't the sex he desires -- its the "connection" and the build up.
After DD#1, we went through almost a year of false reconciliation, where I kept it to myself, we worked on it together (counselling, etc) and he continued his manipulation ("you and the kids can't survive on your own", "you dont deserve to struggle to provide", "I'll be good if I can live vicariously through you", etc). No one knew - we didn't tell our kids and family. It was a secret we were facing on our own together. Then came DD#2, he re-offended with two fast and furious EA/PAs (one lasting 6 weeks). I discovered it -- he severed ties with her instantly. I told him to move out and told him I was filing for divorce. He was, of course, devastated. Begged and promised to turn his life around. I insisted we tell our kids and family. I needed the support. I contacted a lawyer, secured primary residence of our home and the papers were drawn up (never filed). He believed he was NOW facing reality and consequences. His new reality was living under a different roof, seeing the kids whenever he wanted, seeing me every day, bi-weekly counselling, CODA/SA-anon, C-SAT counselling). I offered him some companionship and an ear when needed - we were amicable - he had free passage to the house whenever he wanted (since he worked from home). He attempted many times at physical contact. We NEVER had sex -- I simply could not trust him. I told him he owned his actions moving forward. I refused to let him move back in (after repeated pleading). I told him I didn't feel he was safe and I couldn't trust him. We had ups and downs but it seemed to be a slow climb upward. I didn't feel safe enough to let him home. His effort waned at times; I knew he could be doing more -- checking in with me, seeing how I felt about work road trips, assuring me off his whereabouts, etc.
So here we are today -- I could see the signs. Even though he had tracking on his phone and I could see his whereabouts, he was quick to scoff if I questioned. During one of his "work meetings" I called him. No answer. He responded two hours later with a text. Not enough. I knew something was up.
After a confrontation, there was trickle truth at first, but after I called him a liar over and over, he fessed up. He has made himself a profile on a dating app. Has met with three women for a "date". He claims the dates lasted only an hour or two -- I can verify as I was aware of his location with phone tracking. He hid them by saying they were work meetings. He never met them again after the initial meet because he says “he got what he needed”. What is the most alarming is that all of this happened RIGHT under my nose. I HAVE free passage to his electronics; I have all passwords. I can look on his phone/computer at any time. He chose to do all his "browsing" on his phone and then delete all trace of it. He even had the balls to leave "Infidelity" and "Building Trust" articles in his browsing history, but erase everything else. All the while, he claimed "I want only you. You are the only adult that I love and I want our life back."
So here I am again. Broken and betrayed.
He has begged and pleaded (hard for him as he is a very proud, arrogant type guy). Closed the profile on the dating site. Closed his secret email account. I told him to quit being torn between desire and obligations -- I suggested he just give in and go. Go live the life he desires -- fuck around -- be free. I told him I am tired of the pain; tired of living like a detective; I refuse to be second choice. He is scared; holding on for dear life; promising to be different; to try harder. Says he won't be a good Dad -- he will live the single life -- if I "cut him loose". Blah, blah. I've heard it before. He promises he will do more and try harder. I can see his defence though -- he is hungry for affection and connection. We have been living apart for a year. He argues that it is difficult to BUILD anything when we are not under the same roof. I know what he means -- I am lonely too. He says he wants our family to be together; claims that if he wanted that life then he would have left a year ago.
Sadly, I love this man. I don't want to see him 'fall off the edge'. I know its a form of manipulation on his part -- but I also believe there is truth to it. I have built a life with him; raised wonderful children; but I know I deserve better.
I've always told him - "I am waiting to see consistent signs of change." The first nine months looked promising. He was working at it and I'm sure he was living "clean". I didn't demand certain things. I let him chart his course forward. I believed he had to own his recovery. I watched to see what he was willing to give me for reassurance and mindfulness. He was definitely more attentive and aware. But over time he became slightly bitter and impatient -- "can't I come back already -- I'm ready". I didn't want to play a motherly role telling him what to do and how to do it. I figured it was pretty obvious he had a lot of work to do building trust. He repeatedly claimed "I'm doing all I know how to do.' I needed him to prove he wasn’t just going to be good for a year. I wanted him to be good forever.
Now I am questioning our method at attempting "reconciliation". Did we do it right by having him live under a different roof?? After all, how can you maintain and rebuild a connection when you aren't sleeping together and sharing intimate moments?
He had asked to seek counselling together. I refused because I thought we should each work on our own. He claims he has told his C-SAT everything, but how will I know?
I've been told by a cognitive therapist that "he's never gonna give it up". I've got to be able to look back and say "I did everything I could". I'm questioning my actions moving forward. How many chances does a guy get??
My emotions are all over the place. I told myself that if there was one more infraction, it would be the nail in his coffin. But now I waiver. I'm stuck in "painful pause" as I assess my actions moving forward. I want to file but I know that would be the point of no return. Could send this “good Daddy for the most part” running. Feedback would be gratefully appreciated as I feel I’m in a bit of a an emotional fog.