I'm Madge. I've been with my husband off-and-on for almost twenty years. When we got married, we decided to put off having kids for a while because he was still a pre-med student and would soon enter medical school. Eventually we moved across the country so he could participate in a prestigious medical program. Eventually he was offered an internship at a hospital in the same city, and that's where he met the OW.
I met the OW, a resident and another doctor, at several work parties/functions. She was always cool to me and, it seemed, her colleagues and their spouses. I mentioned it to my WH, and he said she didn't get along with many people. Well, it took about six months and then the two of them were getting along very well in a particular department.
I was absolutely shocked when I discovered them together on D-Day. I had gone out of town to my sister-in-law's bridal shower. I'm best friends with WH's sister, which is how the two of us met. I really missed my WH, so my SIL/BFF told me I should see if I could get on a standby flight and go home early. I decided to surprise him by getting home early and making dinner. But when I walked into our apartment, his coat was hanging on the coat rack. I will never forget what I saw on a small table we keep in the entry hallway: this square ugly black leather purse with a cheap looking silver buckle. Not my purse for sure. And I remember thinking, 'Why would a strange purse be here? Did he buy it for me? Is it a surprise? Did SIL tell him I was coming home early, and he bought me this purse? Because it couldn't possibly be another woman's purse because WHY WOULD ANOTHER WOMAN'S PURSE BE IN OUR APARTMENT WHEN I'M NOT HERE AND HE'S SUPPOSED TO BE AT WORK?' And then my WH came into the hallway, and he was covering himself with a towel, because he was naked, and I thought of the part of the bible where God goes into the garden of eden and he knows Adam and Eve have sinned because they're wearing clothes. They have something to be ashamed of, just like my WH did. Because since we first slept together we've never felt the need to cover up our nakedness to one another. I thought I was going to faint because I could just not understand what my mind was trying to tell me: he's not alone in here, there's a strange purse in your apartment, he's naked, why why why why what is going on? And then the OW came out. She was naked too, but she's almost 40, and before I started crying and screaming I had this brief moment when I was happy because my boobs are bigger and perkier and I look better naked. I took her fucking purse and I cried and screamed at her to get the fuck out. I pretty much lost it. She grabbed her clothes and I let her stay long enough to put them on and then I spilled the contents of her purse in the hallway and slammed the door in her face.
If my WH hadn't come clean with me immediately, if he had TT me, I would have been on the next flight back home. I couldn't be in our apartment - I still have trouble being in it, so we're trying to find a new place, which is of course DELIGHTFUL
- so we went for a long walk in the park. I was still crying very hard, but we live in a city where strangers don't pay you much attention, so I don't think anybody stared. He answered a lot of my questions and begged for my forgiveness and said it was only a PA and he's been under a lot of pressure at work. I'm a writer, and I'd like to get my first novel published, but so far I've received rejection notices. I've taken them hard, and he said he had trouble handling my bouts of unhappiness. I asked him, why her? Because she was available and willing. Do you love her? God no. But you screwed her? Yes, because she was available and willing. We walked and talked for several hours, and at the end of our talk we decided to go for reconciliation. WH's actions since D-Day make me want to believe that it was just a PA. He's been sweet and remorseful. I'm not a furious BW, I haven't been as enraged as I was on D-Day since then. I'm more depressed. My WH's very handsome and has this to-die-for accent and I guess I've always thought I was lucky that he loved me when I didn't feel anywhere near as attractive as he does. I don't know what I'd do if the OW was a Angelina Jolie type: older and wickedly sexy. That's something I'm trying to work out in IC.
He went NC with the OW except on work matters, and she staid away. I told him I don't think she's capable of love. She seems like a robot to me. She's very reserved and austere. Then she contacted him a few days ago to tell him she's pregnant. I never thought she liked kids, much less wanted them. She told my WH she's keeping the baby because this is probably her "last chance" to have a child.
When my WH told me about the baby, I broke down again. I sobbed until I thought I would throw up. I feel like my world's caving in. I won't bear my WH's first child, which kills me and breaks my heart every waking moment. My WH told me he needed to be an active part of his child's life and if we staid together that I needed to welcome his child into our home. He told me over and over how much he loved me, and how sorry he was, but that this was the way he would become honorable again.
It made me want to scratch something's eyes out at the time, but after talking with my IC I decided I personally couldn't have staid married to him if he would abandon his child. I mean that as no disrespect to couples who have gone the NC route. It's still what I wish I could do. But I would always wonder, if he could abandon that child, could he abandon ours? And me?
I still don't know how we'll handle this. Part of me hopes she's lying or the baby isn't his, but I've always been a prepare-for-the-worst type of person. I have been looking for books, but many of them only devote a few pages or paragraphs to OC. I have decided the only way for me to handle this is to be a third parent, meaning I'm not a stepmother, I'm another mother. I can't stay in this marriage if my WH and the OW have this co-parenting bond. Does anyone (if you're still reading this novel of a post, that is) think that can work? I'm not sure how the OW will feel about me becoming more than a stepmom or her child's dad's wife. But I'm not going to let her sideline me.
Another huge issue is telling our family. We haven't told anyone yet. The person I most want to tell is my SIL/BFF. I know she'd go postal on my WH if she found out he cheated on me. And I don't know what to tell my parents. How/when did you tell family members?
I'm exhausted. So I'll stop now. This was harder to write than I thought it would be. Advice and wisdom from those who have gone before me much appreciated.
[This message edited by madge13 at 12:23 AM, April 13th (Friday)]