I’m going to try my best to explain the last 24 hours.
Yesterday, my wife dropped the boys off at her Ex’s after school. However instead of returning home, she phoned me to say that her Ex had asked her to stay for the weekend and help him with the boys because he had broken his leg earlier this week, and is pretty incapacitated and especially because his wife is away on business until Sunday night.
This didn’t bother me at all. I know what their relationship is and what it isn’t. That wasn’t the issue. It was just … little ‘spider senses’ in me, as every hour crept by, first whispering at me then full-on yelling that, basically, she was lying somehow.
So I texted her around 6.30 to say, in a playful way, "Send me a photo of you and the boys." First, she left my message unread until about 8.30; second, she didn’t respond. And third, when, an hour after she had read it, I texted, ‘What the heck?’, she sent me a stupid photo of herself—a super close up just of her, which could have been taken anywhere, anytime—and that was it.
At that point, an increasingly nauseous feeling was permeating my entire being. At about 11pm, I couldn’t take it anymore. I drove over to her Ex’s. Her car wasn’t there. Sick, just sick, I then drove over to her boss’s house (he and his wife have hosted a few parties there, so I know where they live); they’re about 8 minutes away from my wife’s Ex. Her car wasn’t there either. Nor was his car, but then he has a big garage so it could have been there.
I was sort of relieved, but mainly concerned. Where was she? Then it hit me so obviously: I drove to ‘their’ hotel. And what I saw just floored me. There was her car, in the lot – not a few cars away from his.
I’m ashamed to say that I just sat there crying for … I don’t know how long. I am not a crier. It was quite a strange feeling. I don’t know how long I was there. I must have had hundreds of thoughts go through my head. But it also felt like I did no thinking at all. As much as the shared document and the amassed experience of this forum both served to prepare me for what I would be seeing, the truth is that nothing should prepare anybody for that type of discovery.
I took some photos, and even took a video. Whatever.
I went home and collected myself as best as I could. I tried to sleep, but I could not sleep. Around 6am, I knew what I had to do. I stopped by the hotel to see whether their cars were still there; they were. I took more photos and drove over to his house. 95%, it was so that I could share what I knew with his wife. 5% of me thought he might come back to his place and I could confront him in front of his wife.
One part of me would have been fine with confronting him. I have never committed any type of physical violence ever in my life. But he would be a very appropriate place to start. I sat on the edge of his driveway for over an hour, and then suddenly I saw curtains being drawn and lights going on in his place.
My walk up their driveway to the front door was, honestly, one of the most courageous things I felt I have ever done. I knocked and his wife looked understandably surprised to see me. But when she realized it was me, she was in fact very warm and asked me if everything was okay and why was I there. I told her that I needed to come in to chat with her.
I think what emboldened me further was that when I said that—that we needed to chat—I could tell by her reaction that part of her already knew what I would be sharing with her.
I won’t go into detail about the whole ‘reveal’, out of respect for all the emotions both she and I were processing in such a short space of time, but basically I saw her go through the initial Stages of Grief in about 10 minutes: shock, pain, anger and sadness for sure.
I showed her screenshots of their shared Word document. She believed its authenticity right away because of the way he wrote and certain affectionate expressions that he also used with her! It was more difficult to show her the photos of the cars at the hotel, which I did first, but it had to be done.
She said that he told her on Friday morning that he had been called away to a nearby city for an unexpected series of weekend meetings with top brass. He was very clever: he told her he had to stop by the hotel en route to the airport and would just leave his car at the hotel for the weekend.
Why wouldn’t he just pick my wife up at her Ex’s? I suppose the whole thing about her Ex needing her help for the weekend was a total bunch of crap. She probably dropped her boys off and went straight to the hotel! Of course that’s what happened.
I feel like such a fool. How could this woman who shared my bed, my house, my life … how could she lead a double life like that, without me knowing? And what is so great about this guy that makes him worthy of such an incredible choice (the choice to take all the steps she must have taken, one by one by one, to cheat)? I am arguably ‘better’ than him by every superficial standard out there. And I am definitely better by objective standards.
Anyway, she is going to spend the next few nights at her mother’s. She doesn’t know how she is going to proceed. She says she will confront him, but has asked whether I feel comfortable confronting my wife first – and that, once I tell her how that goes, she’ll riff off of that.
Yesterday, I had full appetite for the confrontation with my wife. But I don’t have the heart for it now. I am torn between screaming at her for hours or simply never seeing her cheating face ever again.
She texted me a few minutes ago with some stupid imogis—saying it is a lazy Saturday where she is. What a fake, duplicitous, lethal serpent. And what a crazy risk-taker! I suppose she is banking on the fact that I / we don’t really ask the boys for a debrief on how their week was at their dad’s, when we get them back on Fridays, but it’s still so risky. Imagine liking a man that much that you would take those levels of risks for him.
While I am prepared to confront her, I can say that this is not in any way what my energy systems want me to do. I want to disappear to a cabin in the wilderness for a few months and never see my wife again. I am impressed with all of you gentler, more forgiving, more gracious souls here who can contemplate Reconciliation in the wake of such trauma.
I can’t. I am done. For me, this is completely deal-breaking and there’s honestly nothing my wife can tell me that will change my mind. I want to destroy her and her lover. I also want to never think about these two scum ever again.
I am feeling very sick about confronting my wife. Yesterday morning, I felt 100% clear on how I would proceed with the conversation. Now I am a wreck (despite being resolved about this marriage being over).
Sorry for how long and rambly this is.