Which time?
Short story: Abnormal in that he confesses pretty quickly - no denial. TT - yes. Denial of the sexual aspects - no.
Long story:
D-day1
I had sensed something was wrong (I was working out of state for 6 months and he had been distant and strange) for about 2 months, and I had gotten the "I'm not sure I want to stay together" conversation but then he was hot and cold, changing his mind, planning trips to see me etc. I came home (to our home) for a weekend and looked through a credit card bill and saw a purchase from a shop that only sells intimate things for women from about 4 months before (not lingerie - not even sex toys - a weird purchase) that wasn't for me. That night, October 1, I confronted him with the bill and he caved without resistance, admitting to an EA/PA with one of his best friends (and both the AP and the OBS are his co-worker's) wife, but said it had ended about mid August and had gone on for about 2.5 months (so it started right when I suspected things were off). He said he had already gone no-contact (a lie) and that it was already over.
He said he loved me. He said he was an idiot. He said he did not want me to leave him and that he wanted me to return from where I was living when my job was over and we could "start fresh" or something. He was curled up in a ball on the bed. He cried. He apologized.
I left 2 hours later and flew back to where I was. Over the next 2 months before my job was to end he flew down, talked to me all the time, told me he wanted me to come back, and that we had "problems" but he wanted to try to get through them...and like an idiot, I did eventually return.
[Spoiler: It wasn't over - he ended it the next day and stayed away from her for about 3 weeks before going back to it.]
D-day2
Fast forward about 9 months from d-day 1 I find what I suspect is a gift from AP to him in his glove compartment while waiting in the car at the airport (I wasn't digging - just putting a receipt from an oil change in there as it was on the floor). Nothing romantic but something expensive he would never buy for himself. When he entered the car he reached for my hand and I told him to use his new gift, and he "confessed" that the gift was from her, but lied and said that she had left it in his car at work and that although he had broken NC (allegedly to make things more "normal" at work as people would notice if they weren't talking to each other) that nothing nefarious was going on (lie #2).
We came home and he cried that he hadn't told me about their contact but said something like he wasn't happy with "us" and he wasn't sure he wanted to continue. So I said "fine" and then he would change his mind and say he is unhappy generally, blah blah blah. He sent a NC email to her stating that he didn't want to be a part of hurting me or the OBS any longer, they could only talk at work about work things, and that he was requesting a transfer.
[Spoiler alert: NC lasted 2 days and they were back at it]
D-day3 (I combine dday 2 and 3 on here usually as it's all part and parcel of the same nonsense and for ease of writing)
After the gift incident I went back and forth between leaving in the middle of the night and not giving a crap. Fast forward 4 more months, a year to the day of d-day 1. I had suspected he was lying, so I planted a VAR, set a "trap" for him to feel safe and secure that I was not coming home, and let him have his privacy to call her. He did. I came home, walked in the door, put the VAR in my laptop (he didn't notice as he was chatting away to me), plugged in my headphones and listened to about 2 minutes of their conversation replete with "I love yous" and the like, pulled my headphones out, and told him to get in the car (we had a houseguest - bad timing). I yelled at him for about 2 hours in the parking lot of a gas station, and he said very little, did not deny the A had continued, admitted that it only stopped for about 3 weeks the year before, but that it was no longer "physically sexual" (I've read enough messages from his phone over that year to confirm that while they did a lot of sexting, somehow they felt "okay" since they weren't having actual sex anymore).
We drove home and I messaged the OBS in front of him and told him to give me his phone - which I downloaded to a hard-drive and had forensically analyzed. Over the next several days he told me everything I wanted to know and more - I had to stop him - he was like a dam that had burst. He started IC, sent a NC message to the AP ccing me and the OBS, and seemed genuinely concerned that I was going to leave. The AP sent countless messages from burner phones to him which he showed me, for about 3 months and NC continued for about 3 months, until I decided that if she continued he would need to seek a restraining order. Apparently, he wanted to "save" her from those consequences (as a restraining order means instant job loss - probably for both of them and potentially the OBS as well as shitty as that is), so he didn't tell me about any continued efforts of hers to continue contact and eventually...
[Yeah, who's kidding who - there is no spoiler alert - we all know what happens next...]
D-day4
Fast forward 6 months to 4/1/19 (the 6 months since the d-day3 I had not committed to R but had not moved for financial reasons so things were strained at best) - he had seemed off during January and February - and whereas before he had seemed more committed to wanting to work through things and hoped I would change my mind and consider R, he seemed perfectly happy to be roommates. He indicated that he was "still ambivalent" about "us" but that his therapist had been working with him about his FOO and attachment etc and it was bringing up a lot of hard truths about himself so he felt very disconnected from life blah blah blah.
I pulled his phone bill and for about 7 weeks there were millions of messages to-from various random numbers (she likes to switch burner numbers because...who knows). I drove to the parking lot of his work (secure site - I can't go on the property) and told the guards to send a message to him that I was waiting in the parking lot. He came out, I said I saw the phone bill, and he said "then you know" - conversations had ended about a month earlier. Apparently he wasn't enjoying it anymore, decided he wanted to work on himself, save the M, and be happy again, and had told her he was done. This actually appears to be true - but in all honestly - I don't really care anymore anyway.
He cried, said he would do anything to salvage things, invited me to his counseling session to give his counselor some insight about how he is with me, etc. I told him - Yeah, sure.
Now he's working on him and I'm working on me. He's hoping for R I think and I'm hoping for a rewind button so I can get my old (pre-ever moving to be with him) life back.
[This message edited by ThisIsSoLonely at 1:04 PM, June 6th (Thursday)]