Hi allatsea,
I have been following your thread and I just wanted to offer support and understanding. I don't know if you are familiar with my story, but it's been a long one, but one that I hope is drawing to a close, or at least turning a corner.
Our stories don't quite coalesce, but I get the sense that we are in the same place in terms of acute pain, bewilderment, anger--but also clinging to an irrational flame of hope that our wives will just stop this insanity and come back to us and our family. Someday we will look back on her sin and shake our heads as our grandchildren cavort around us.
Your wife abruptly left you and moved in with him. I cannot imagine the agony you must be experiencing.
But in some ways I almost would have preferred your situation. I am not saying this to make you feel better--it's more for me. But if it makes you feel better, this is what I mean.
She left, took the kids (same ages as mine I believe)' and you are divorcing. Horrifying. But my wife has been having an affair with this guy for two years. Two. Years. I was oblivious the first year, then I caught her, she dropped to her knees in remorse begging me not to divorce her. And I didn't. And she promptly resumed the affair, this time right in my face.
(BTW, the whole time she maintained a family life: great sex life, family vacations, lots of love and intimacy, seemingly a normal wonderful life.)
And I haven't seen that humbled, sobbing, remorseful woman since. Yet I have pleaded, groveled, apologized (me! I have!), threatened, cajoled.
We separated for three months. In hindsight it was so she could continue her affair without interference by me.
Then she had an epiphany and moved back in. She wanted her family, she loved only me, she promised our children that Mommy was home to stay, and that she would cut all contact with the AP.
All was wonderful for around a month. I let her back into my heart. But...she didn't end contact with him. She almost did. Then sort of did. Then she did, but resumed contact. Then everything went to shit between us since I called her out on this, for hurting me and our family again. So we separated again. And she is going strong with her AP. And still she said that we just need more time apart "to heal and grow." Then she would return to me "to be the wife you need me to be." She just needed more time. More. Just a little more. Maybe another three months. Or six. Or a hundred. Just keep hanging in there until I get the AP "out of my system."
Stay home with our children and writhe some more in agony and humiliation while I do what I want to do and still have my husband being a husband.
And I swallowed it some more, since the flame of hope still wasn't extinguished. Surely she would see the error of her ways, the incredible destruction her actions have done to our family, our life. But no. No responsibility, no remorse.
For almost a year I threatened divorce and backed off, over and over.
And then I guess something just broke in me a few weeks ago. Probably sheer survival instinct kicked in. My brain just said, No more. She won't change. She can't change. Most importantly, she doesn't WANT to change.
And so we are divorcing. I am in agony. I miss her. She was the love of my life. I still believe that person is somewhere inside of her, but she is buried deep behind layers and layers of problems, problems that I can't change and over which I have no control.
Again, my hope is still there. How can it not be after eight wonderful happy uears? I have the same fantasies you probably have, that she will come home after really ending it with him and we will live happily ever after and I will never have reason to distrust her again.
My ultimate point is that while your pain is intense, you leapt into action. I did not. I prolonged my pain out of hope to the point where I knew if I did not divorce, any remaining wisp of integrity, self respect, self esteem ad pride would be finally annihilated and my recovery may never occur. So I am taking that leap. And you know what? She has become worse. Angry, cold, resentful that I dare do this TO HER and OUR CHILDREN. No remorse. No responsibility. No shame. Ultimately, no love. My hope is willful fantasy. Not reality. And in reality we must force ourselves to dwell.
You have done the right thing, Allatsea. I admire you and wish I'd had the courage to divorce immediately.
I wish you the best, and I wish both of us strength.