This conversation has bothered me a lot. There seems to be a fundamental lack of understanding about how some of us live our lives.
I am loyal. I am steadfast. I would NEVER, no matter what, have cheated on my H. NEVER. I would have put a bullet in my head first. I'm not saying that makes me better than anyone else, I'm just explaining the type of person I am. Because I'm not sure everyone believes that there are people like me who live according to a moral code that is as important to them as taking their next breath. We exist.
Did I ever wish I was single during my Marriage? Of course I did. Did I ever think about getting a Divorce? Of course I did. Did I ever find someone else attractive? Of course I did. But the difference in people is, I never acted on any of it. When I had those feelings, I went home and doubled down on my own self, practicing gratitude or praying more or whatever I needed to do to get my head back into the marriage properly. It was on me to do so and I knew it.
Had I ever not been able to work my mind and heart back into where it was supposed to be, I would have been honest with my H. Actually, there were a couple of times that I started the discussion about were we happy and was this going where we wanted it to, etc. Had those discussions gone differently, I would have been honest and suggested we either go for counseling or else consider breaking up. There is no way in HELL I would have waited until I loved someone else before I did the right thing.
So some of the arguments here about the fallacy of getting divorced before cheating are missing the fact that cheating doesn't usually happen in a split second. There's usually a buildup to it and fair warning that the slippery slope is nearby.
The other thing I'd like to mention, just as clarification for those who don't seem to understand that people like me truly exist: My H and I stood in a church, in front of the priest, witnesses, our friends and families and, most of all, God and we promised certain things to each other. They were vows. They were sacred. They were the template for my future life. I was committed. I'd made promises.
So I ask those of you who are sort of skeptical to just try to set that aside and believe me that having my H break those vows to me in an underhanded, lying, cheating, stealing fashion and then blame it on me was totally and 100% beyond my comprehension and it destroyed me. I left me useless on every level of my life. I can't handle my finances; I can't remember names; I walk down the aisles of stores crying. I sob when I drive. I walk out of parties because I have to go be alone so I don't bother the other people. I've become a burden. I've lost my sense of self. I don't trust anyone and it'll be a long time before I ever do again, if ever. I don't trust store clerks to tell me the truth. I don't trust my neighbor when he tells me it's OK that my flower pot blew into his yard and he's not mad.
Things that might bring a nostalgic smile to the face of someone who got a regular divorce bring me practically to my knees with doubt and questions and self-blame. I was at the Zoo the other day and a tank with Great Lakes fish almost did me in because I started to remember how fun it was when we used to go to Lake Michigan every weekend and sleep in our camper van and WH would fish and the kids and I would play and have fun and then at night we'd all sit around the fire and tease each other and crack jokes and the guys would pretend we were in the Blazing Saddles movie and it was just a happy, carefree time. But now? Now I cry because I don't know if he was just faking being happy then? Did I not bring the right clothes? Had I made the coffee the right way? I question my own past and that's what his cheating and lying did to me.
I know a lot of you can't understand it and I understand that. But please just believe me when I tell you this is how it is for me and, without generalizing too much, I'd say for many, many betrayed spouses.
I'm a strong woman. I'm stoic. I survive shit. But this? This was not necessary. He could've been honest before he let it go to where he took it. But he wasn't . After 49 yrs. of being together, I didn't deserve one ounce of honesty and THAT is what will always remain with me and leave me unable to be a normal person ever again. So anyone who thinks the end result is the same, please think again.