ImGoneByTheDown,
My wife also had a ONS.
She didn't confess. I suspected something might have happened, searched her phone, and discovered a text exchange between her a man who's name (first name only) I didn't recognize. The exchange was more than enough evidence.
She, too, initially tried to down-play the affair. She only made-out with him, it didn't go as far as I think, etc., etc.
As I read your initial post, a tremendous amount of what you wrote sounded a lot like the things I told myself--short of painting my former wayward wife as out right evil.
Our marriage, before this little fling of hers, was already on the rocks. The stresses of life--death, moving, new jobs, new city, birth, etc.--took it's toll on both of us and we drifted apart over the years. There was little left of our marriage when she cheated and there's not much left today--except for one major difference.
Our marriage ended the moment I read those text exchanges. Infidelity is a deal-breaker. I've held the conviction since my HS GF slept with one of my best friends. I was only 17. The pattern was eerily familiar: trickle truth, lies and then finally D-day. The truth reached me through the grape-vine (my friend confessed to his GF, who told another friend in our tight little circle, on so forth). It was an easy decision for me then. We were so young, naïve, foolish and inexperienced. We have just over a year left before graduation and then we'd all be going our separate ways. I stayed with my WGF because it was easy, I was getting laid, and I knew our future was limited.
I have no regrets about that decision thirty years later. None what-so-ever. She was, like my wife, very remorseful and she took the heat when I lost it, comforted me when I lost it, and to this day I have nothing but love in my heart for that beautiful, flawed, young woman.
That, of course, was then. However, I've been there, and done that, before, and I wasn't all too happy being faced with it again.
My initial reaction to D-day, this past April, was a bit different than yours. I simply hated the idea that my marriage could end in abject failure. "Not like this," is what I kept telling myself. "Not_like_this."
For just over two months my wife blamed me and our marriage for her infidelity. She actually believed--or desperately wanted to believe--that it was, in fact, my fault. I categorically refused to accept it. There's no denying that I certainly could have been a better husband, and had my wife come to me with divorce papers in one hand and an appointment card for MC in other, there's no question which hand I'd have chosen. After D-day, of course, that was a moot point.
Brother, I truly felt the level of pain and rage in your post. I'm only six months out from D-day and it's still pretty fresh.
The single best piece of advice I've received since D-day is this: don't make any life-altering decision for a few months. Give yourself and your spouse time to process what has happened. Give your spouse some time to show you whether or not they can rebuild what they have broken.
Seemed a rather reasonable suggestion. After 14 years together and almost 10 married, and our son, what was another six months? What did I have to lose by giving my wife six months to demonstrate to me her quality?
So, in the meantime, I bought a book about infidelity--an rather random choice--and though I eventually tossed it out, the author did say something that I thought was rather odd. She said that couples could not only survive infidelity, but they could reconcile their marriage.
Oh, really?
Brother, I understand and relate to this tread of yours, with one exception. I took that advice and I'm still here, still married--though I did toss my wedding ring into a dumpster--and still wondering just what the fuck my wife was thinking and feeling while her boundaries were clearly crumbling at her feet (along with her dress).
It was roughly six weeks after D-day that I found SI and immediately started reading the Reconciliation Forum. I wanted to know if it was really possible to reconcile a marriage. I needed convincing, and I'm still not convinced, but I'm learning.
Now, I've personally written over 600 posts in just under four months. I'd estimate that I've read at least four to five times that number, from all sorts of spouses--men and women, betrayed and wayward, young and old, divorcing and reconciling. I've had extremely long private message exchanges with a two of the most remarkable human beings I've ever encountered, both of whom are trying to reconcile their marriages. I've read, partially or otherwise, a few books by Janis Spring, Shirley Glass, Stephen Arterburn, etc.
What have I learned that's starting to change my mind about reconciliation?
1) There is no justification for infidelity. This is a very freeing statement. Almost liberating. Certainly fodder for feeling very self-righteous in my indignation. However, there's another side to this that is not so liberating. If infidelity cannot be justified, and my wife had no good reason for committing infidelity, that left only one other option (aside from the notion that she just didn't give a shit anymore): there is something very wrong with my wife.
2) My wife's infidelity had nothing to do with me. Strange idea, don't you think. After all, how could it not? We're married, have a kid, financial ties, legal ties, etc., etc. How is it even possible to remove myself from the equation?
But I did just that. I removed myself from her equation--which, let's face it, just fucking hurts beyond rational description--and what I saw as a young woman in a tremendous amount of pain and anguish, desperate and lonely, scared, confused and, most assuredly, someone who had truly lost their way.
3) The first person a wayward betrays is himself.That idea took me a long time to process, until I started to really understand just what she'd done to herself. My wife didn't betray me. She betrayed herself and I am merely the collateral damage.
I'm curious to know what you think about this.
4) When someone show you who they are... believe them. (Maya Angelou). This was another one of those strange ideas that I just didn't get at first. Did my wife truly show me who she is with her cheating, lying, blame-shifting behavior? Can I encapsulate 14 years of knowing this woman into a fascade that only now is revealed for what it was? Was she always like this and I just didn't see it? Maybe.
Or perhaps, this was advice. In order for someone to show you who they are, you have to be paying attention. For the last few years, I wasn't paying attention at all. Now I certainly am. And what I'm seeing isn't all that different from what I saw all those years ago, with, of course, the rather glaring exception that a few of my wife's more serious issues have long been rug swept.
So, I've given my wife a chance to show me who she really is, and I believe her. I believe her remorse is quite genuine and that she wants nothing else but to reconcile our marriage and regain the trust and faith that she so completely shattered.
I'm beginning to believe that reconciliation is possible, only because I opened myself up to the possibility.
And I have to tell you, rather honestly, that I do not feel like a wimp. I don't feel like a doormat, don't feel abused or maltreated. I'm married to woman with some seriously screwed up issues who needs my help, love and support.
Do I owe her this chance?
No. I don't think I do.
Does it cost me anything to offer her the chance?
Again. No. What have I to lose but a few months of my time? I'm already hurt and pissed-off, and maybe that would quickly lessen if I left. I don't know for sure, but I don't think so.
I love my flawed wife. Yep! She's flawed alright. She must have some pretty deep issues to have done something so incredibly self-destructive. And even though I've never felt such pain nor such incredible rage, I still see her as the remarkably beautiful woman she's always been to me, though she doesn't deserve that pedestal anymore.
I though very long and hard about divorcing my wife, but not like this. Not this ugly, senseless and stupid. I've far too much time and energy invested in this marriage to let it end this way. If for no other reason than I think I owe it to myself, I've opened up to the possibility that reconciliation may actually be possible and that give me some hope, because within the last few weeks, I've actually felt that we are reconciling.
Now through all of this--probably the longest post I've ever written at one sitting--you're still thinking to yourself (if you're even still reading) that I must be crazy, deluding myself, a wimp, pathetic, whatever. Maybe you see all of this as some absurd rationalization. And perhaps you're right about all of that.
The difference between you and I is that I can't just walk away so quickly. I owed it to myself to find out if I can reconcile with my wife and if she can reconcile with me.
It costs me nothing to give her this chance. Pain and doubt, fears and anguish... I can deal with all that. I can make an exception, ONCE, to the deal-breaking and try to rebuild a marriage that was once that absolute best part of my life.
So I'll ask you.
What do you have to lose by giving your wife, your marriage, another six months?