I got a phone call almost two weeks ago from a woman who wouldn't identify herself (no caller ID either) saying that my wife was having an affair with "H." She said that he'd done this before, and that it has ruined marriages. I don't remember her exact words, but I got the impression that hers was one of these marriages.
The name did not surprise me -- I knew he liked her too much, and I thought maybe she liked *him* too much. She'd been spending way too much time with some friends she'd made over the last year and a half, including this "H" clown. (This guy has been married around 35 years. My wife says that his wife plans to clean him out in the divorce. I wonder if there *is* a divorce in progress, and if she even knows about the affair... and I wonder if I should say something to her.)
I did a little online research on this guy, discovered a phone number, etc. I then checked our cell-phone bills for numbers that my wife had dialed, and sure enough, there he was.
I confronted her, and she confirmed the affair. We've been married *27 years*. She'd never actually had a sexual affair, though she had something of an emotional affair 20 years ago: "I was in love with him," she said. Why she came back to me, I don't know.
My wife said she'd been unhappy in our marriage for a long time, that, essentially, I hadn't met her needs. The needs she cited were more help around the house, and more aggressiveness in terms of getting decent jobs. These are legitimate concerns, since I really don't do anything like half the housework, but, more importantly, I'm not much of a go-getter in terms of employment. I've had some terrible job experiences, and it's made me very gun-shy over the years. I also suffer from major depression, which kind of paralyzes me. This isn't an excuse -- it's just the way it is.
I expressed that I would do anything to work on this marriage, but my wife said she wasn't sure she wanted to stay in it anyway, and that this "H" person "makes me happy." I think they've been seeing each other since the summer.
Anyway, she left that night to stay with a "friend" -- not "H," I don't think, though I don't doubt that she *has* stayed with him at least once since then. Shortly after she left, "H" made two hang-up calls to our land-line. (By then, he knew the jig was up. I don't know if he was calling just to be a jerk, or if he was trying to speak with her.)
There were plenty of signs that, even at the time, made me wonder. For one thing, after years of what I would consider an unsatisfactory, unsatisfying sex life, suddenly she became extremely horny, for about a month. We did things we hadn't done in 20 years -- nothing sick, just stuff I liked that I figured she wasn't interested in. But now she was initiating them, and I certainly have to wonder if she's doing these things for "H."
Not long after that, the night after coming home from work in tears, saying that her boss had torn her a new one, she came home falling-down drunk. (I'd never seen her like this... tipsy, yes.) She was all over me, which is something I normally would have approved of, but it was like she was another, far less appealing person who happened to look like my wife. It was not a pleasant experience.
I managed to persuade her to go to couples counseling, but the first person we saw treated me as though nothing I had to say was at all relevant. My wife talked about her rotten upbringing and the fact that she has an illness which, she believes, will shorten her life, though the doctor says otherwise.
We'll be seeing another marriage counselor in a couple of days. I feel lucky that she's even agreeing to go, because it sure doesn't feel like her heart is in it -- because "H" makes her happy, I guess.
We have a son, 18, who lives with us. Naturally, he was very upset when we told him that his mom would be moving out indefinitely. What he doesn't know yet is that she's planning to find a new place, which is rich, since the two of us together can barely afford our two-bedroom place, and a new place for her would cost more than half as much. Even if she got a studio, there wouldn't be anywhere for our son to stay. (Just because he's 18 doesn't mean he's an adult... and he isn't, yet.) This will eventually result in him and me having to leave our apartment and, most likely, move in with my mom, who lives over an hour away.
Oh, did I mention that my dad just died late last month? My mom would love the company -- she's never lived by herself -- but moving there would mean we'd both be out of sight, out of mind. So my wife would get what she thinks she wants: us out of the way so she can do whatever she feels like.
I have started therapy, though I don't know that it's helping any. The first counselor we saw tried to get her to believe that she's in a codependent relationship (which, at least according to the various definitions of codependency, is not true), so I figure she's got her head filled with that kind of thing.
I love my wife very deeply, and I've always supported her efforts, even if I'm not industrious or ambitious enough. She's known, from the day we started seeing each other, that she has never had to worry about me cheating on her, so she has no idea what this feels like.
In short, I have never felt worse in my life -- even when, back when we were dating, she got cold feet and started seeing other guys for six months. During that time, I was a wreck. I'm not proud of my behavior -- it wasn't exactly mature -- but she came back, and until that awful day, I'd been thankful every day since.
I'm not considering suicide or anything like that. For one thing, I don't want to die. Mainly, though, suicide is such a selfish thing to do. I have family and friends who love and support me, and even if I wanted to die, I'd never hurt them like that.
Nor am I considering homicide, or doing anything violent to "H." I *imagine* it a lot, though. My wife would be shocked at the images in my head. *I'm* shocked. I'm no fighter, though, so it's not like I'd go and take him on or something. Still, I have never hated anyone or anything in my life like I hate this guy. I'm not the kind of person who wishes bad things on people, but I wish him the worst. Any horrible thing I can think of, though, is too good for him.
The images of them in bed, though, are much worse, and I can't get past it.
Friends and family are telling me not to focus on
"H," saying that he's basically just enabling this behavior, that it's my wife who's the central figure in all this. I know that, and the horribly frustrating thing is that there's nothing I can say or do to influence her. Oh, I guess I could drive her away even more, but I can't bring her back.
And maybe you're wondering why I'd *want* to bring back a woman who would cheat on me, and you'd certainly have a good point.
It kills me that she doesn't see that this guy's a predator -- he targets middle-aged, vulnerable, married women, and he's the catalyst in wrecking their marriages. But she's not going to realize this until he dumps her for the next one. And by then, who knows if she'll even *want* to come back to me?
Again, why do I want her back? Because I love her dearly and enormously. She's a wonderful woman who has made some horrific choices, and I'm aching for her to return and work with me on our marriage.
I know that she knows her behavior has been, well, wrong. Even she said, "I might be making the biggest mistake of my life," which tells me that on some level, she knows she is. She has a husband who practically worships her, and in-laws who treat her like a daughter and sister -- my family is crazy about her. (She even spoke at my dad's funeral last month -- she adored him. And about ten days later... wham!) By the way, none of my friends and family had the slightest idea that anything like this could ever happen between us.
I know she's not in a good place, emotionally. The fact that she's run to this SOB for comfort is more painful than anything I've ever known. It's like I'm being eaten away from the inside by something with poisonous fangs.
Believe me, I feel for all of you who are going through something similar. This is really killing me.
At least I'm eating and sleeping better... but still not very well. And it's almost impossible to concentrate on (or care about) work. I can't even sit through a TV show anymore because this is just consuming my mind almost completely.
The people I've been talking to have known us for as long as we've been together -- 30 years, including dating -- but the people *she* is confiding in have known her for about 18 months, and they don't know me. They don't get that what she has at home is pretty darned good: a husband who, even knowing that we've both had problems with this marriage, is totally committed to working on them and improving the situation; so I figure they're telling her stuff like, "The heart wants what the heart wants." The thing there is, we also have brains, which tell us (in theory) when we're doing something wrong.
I know she's full of guilt, and that's what our brains do to us when we do something awful. And it seems to me that if you're considering an action that you *know* would deeply hurt someone you love, and who loves you, then the thing to do is *not to do it*.
I'm going to stop here, but I could go on and on (in case you don't think I've already done so...). Thank you for hearing me out.