Just found this thread. I tried to read all the pages of posts, but some days, I get to the point that "I can't read any more." I can't believe there is this much pain in the world.
I am totally in limbo. My husband's infidelity was 6+ years ago ... I found out a little over 5 years ago. At first, he answered questions, but I wasn't buying any of it. I don't know if I believe there was MORE infidelity than he admitted, but I know the details about the infidelity were not legit. (To this day, he still holds that he wasn't being sexual when he sent a picture of his erect penis to a stranger on the internet...she said she wanted to see it, and he remembered he had this picture of when he as with the prostitute. Or that he was on "Find A Mate" just to "talk" with someone. Or that his experience with the prostitute sickened him - my question would be...then why were you snapping pictures? And do prostitutes "fix" in the mirror, and take all their clothes off to give a BJ?) OK - got off on a rant there, sorry.
After a while of my hysterics, and his answering questions in ways I could not accept, he no longer would talk about it. Now, if I bring it up, he rolls his eyes, looks at the clock, and says, "If I didn't care, I wouldn't sit here and listen to this!"
And still, I am in limbo. I think there is something wrong with him, (unbelievable FOO issues - dad put a gun to his head and told him to call his mother a WHORE - which he refused to do).
He says he feels shame and guilt, and that he knows I will never get over it, and he actually says he has given up on having true reconciliation - and yet he stays. When I tell him that this is not healthy, he tells me to do what I have to do, or he will ask, "Do you want me to leave, or do you want to leave? Just tell me what to do."
Sometimes he tells me that he doesn't know what else to do to make things better. I ask, "Do you want me to give you a list?" He says no.
I don't know why I don't leave. Honestly, part of it is probably because I am old, let my career go to raise our kids, have no way to make money, and the kids would be devastated. Also, my husband has a disability, and my kids have special needs.
But if I am totally honest, I would have to say that its because I have a slimmer of hope that one day he will "get it" and we can be as happy as possible for the rest of our lives.
Not proud of it, but that's my situation. I guess at some point I might get fed up, but my guess is that he will die, he will not ever be truly outwardly remorseful, and I will then have no way to cling to hope.
Sorry for this downer post.