Right, it's Saturday morning and I haven't been on here since Thursday afternoon, and a lot has happened.
I went for a walk on Thursday lunchtime and came to a calm realisation that this isn't going to work. If it was merely me forgiving a one-off that she has fessed up to then maybe, but the rest of it?
Firstly, the sex. This idea that it is going to be better than ever isn't going to happen. She has told me she wants me to be able to climax inside her, which I couldn't physically do before. Now that I know this other guy did, can you imagine the scenario of us both trying to get me to do it in future? How psychologically XXXXed is that going to be for both of us?!
Secondly, I know she has a conscience and even if I can get over this, I know she will feel guilt, and can even forsee a scenario whereby I am up for sex in general and she is pushing me away/tensing up even worse than she was before.
And at the end of that, babies. All of the above has to be sorted before we can get to that. And I can foresee a scenario whereby, in order to get through the second point above, she could in theory have to go back on the pill before we can move to this stage. She's an emotional person and I can see her losing her sh1t at this stage.
Anyway, she comes home from work on Thurs and I decide to be Humphrey Bogart at the end of Casablanca and let her off scott-free, and basically say 'Our sex life is never going to work in time to have a child and that's never going to make you happy, so we should be grown up and call it quits now.' I don't know if I'm playing mindgames with her; it worries me a lot that I am but I don't know it, if that makes sense (my mind is something of a stranger right now), but I'm clear that the above all makes sense and that I don't think I am. I'm also aware that I'm blocking out the future, but that we both have to face this now and then I'll have to worry about that later.
We have an incredibly calm conversation which goes 'We both still love each other but this is not going to work. Let's get divorced.' She says she wishes she could flick a switch and want to have sex with me like she used to, but she can't (but then instantly says, 'But we had that spontaneous sex in the hallway last week at my instigation and it was good, so...' Figure that one out but I can't be bothered any more and don't pursue it).
This is all v calm and then she backtracks (she was a bit teary thoughout this, I wasn't) and says, 'I can't imagine not having you in my life, can we still be friends?' I say no, that's not going to work (ironically because we still love each other, not hate each other).
Vague reconcilliation talk goes on and we're both exhausted and we both fall asleep in the same bed we've been sitting on for the first time since this started (nothing sexual). We wake up at about 4am or 5am and talk some more, and I deep down want to say to her 'I've offered you a chance to say none of that matters, I'll do anything but you've rejected me again', but I know that if I do this, it means I was playing a game all along (if that makes sense).
Also, I was sitting on one extra caveat that I was scared to offer up, and I think once again that if I don't offer it up then I am actually playing mindgames. So I say it: 'If you can get over all that stuff for now and promise to move forward, I will commit to reconcilliation, we can try and start doing basic things like a married couple THIS WEEKEND (watching TV, going to cinema together, etc) and I will commit to couples counselling'. So I put that on the table and she doesn't go for it. I am obviously hurt but I don't show it as I don't want to be playing a game.
We wake later and I have to go to work (hilariously she has taken the cowardly approach and taken a day's holiday to see a friend and for STD tests, etc). Her original plan was then to go away again like last weekend and think things through, but I have told her previously that I would rather not spend whole weekends alone, and if she is to move out she should do it on weekdays and we spend weekends together (plus I have obviously made the above 'offer'). Anyway, I have to go to work, we have a petty row based on the fact that we're trying to say a lot in a short time as I have to rush to work and she keeps procrastinating, so my last words are 'My cards are on the table, let me know what you decide'.
On way to work, she texts me saying (quote) 'I love you and I am sorry we left on a bad note. Will be back early on Sunday, I'll let you know the time I get in. Please take care of yourself and we'll talk then. If you need to talk before then, please call me. xxx'
I am now XXXXing fuming. What she did before isn't even a consideration, neither are the above probs, but I basically can't believe she's running away and doing what she wants when I'm at my lowest ebb and I've told her I don't want to be alone right now, and offered to reconcile. Also, if she is like this now, how's she going be patient, etc, in a year's time?
Also, the night before she said to me that it's like we both want to end it, but we're both scared to and we're trying to get the other do it. I become convinced that this what she is doing.
She sends a few more texts saying 'I hope you're okay', and in the end I'm so angry, I think, XXXX it, I'm not taking any more of this' and call her to end it.
When I call her there's near silence for a few seconds and she sounds scared, then I basically list the above reasons and say I want a divorce. It's fair to say I'm pretty angry. I put the phone down a few times and then she calls back. But the general jist is that she says, 'Okay, I won't go', and I say, 'I want you stay because you want to, not because you feel you should'.
She also tries to say that I should take it as read that she wants to accept my idea (?!?!?!?!?!?!) but she's nipping away for the weekend so she can get some space in the meantime because it will be good for both of us. She also tells me I need to speak to someone about this and asks me to promise not to do anything stupid - all while she's on a train going halfway across the country away from me!
Throughout the afternoon, I'm bombarded with texts and missed calls and texts explaining that I'm ' the most important person' but she's going away. I basically say that her behaviour contradicts the idea that I'm the most important and I can't believe she's dictating terms, etc. She keeps texting me back ignoring my points and it angers me that I feel like I'm being reasonable but am being treated like I'm being unfair in some way. In the end, my phone keeps ringing so I turn it off and somehow do some work (with very loud, vaguely angry music on my headphones, which I find strangely calming. In fact, the only time I felt calm was after I'd told her to XXXX off).
On way home I switch phone on and more texts and missed calls come through. She is her on way to her friend's and says she will come back tomorrow instead as there are no trains back tonight. I text, 'don't bother, this is the final nail in the coffin, if you want to know why, read the above texts' (I'm being given a lift and am in back seat so can text but not ring her).
She finally texts: 'I feel sick to my stomach of everything I have done. I will never forgive myself for this for the rest of my life'. I think it's fair to say that I'm getting mixed signals. When I get home, she rings again and I ignore it. I don't eat, I lay on the bed in the dark and feel terrible for about two hours. Luckily, at 9pm my brain starts to kick in and I turn the TV on. A friend wanted to meet for a drink but I felt too weak to go (I have lost a stone since the beginning of the month, though in fairness I was dieting/not drinking for the nine days prior to finding out, so that explains about half of it, but I know it's pretty drastic).
Anyway, I watch a comedy show and find it funny - the first time I've managed to do this since it happened. I take two herbal sleeping tablets and fall asleep at about 11pm. My phone is on silent but unfortunately I get woken up by it vibrating at 4am. My wife sending 'xxx'. I think she means it but also is saying 'Look, I'm awake in the middle of the night, I feel awful about this'. In a weaker moment, thining about her texts about how ashamed she feels, I send back 'x'. However, I also know that this is because she woke me up when I need sleep the most and part of me wants to say to her later YOU WOKE ME UP!!!
It's 8am now and I haven't been back to sleep, and I feel better than I did yesterday. No real reason, my brain merely seems to be giving me a bit of a break (and typing ALL - sorry for the length! - of this is helping too I suppose). I have two offers on the table to meet with friends, so I'm going to go to the gym this morning, fill the afternoon, then go out for drinks like last weekend.
I know that either way I'm going to have to see her on Sunday and I know I have to throw her out. I've basically been too nice and she's been taking the p1ss. Her friend she can stay with is back from holiday now, so she can go and stay there. I know that it's more convenient for her to stay here for the weekdays and go away and hide (as she called it before) at weekends, as she obviously has to go to work near our house on weekdays, but I'm not going to put up with that any more now her friend is back.
Our friend has a one bed flat and she'll have to sleep on the floor or sofa, so she can see how she likes that, and she can have some more of the space she wants. Plus I can work on being alone, see how I feel, and go to work each day and then the gym, etc, in the evening, so I'll be busier than at weekends. We'll see how it goes. I think it's fair to say that I did reach the angry stage that you guys predicted after all.
Thanks for listening and for your responses.
[This message edited by TheWrongedMan at 2:30 AM, January 18th (Saturday)]