I have never posted on forums, but I've never felt pain so bad. I'm hoping that this forum will help me manage this pain, and in time, when the pain subsides, I can be there for others.
My story.
Twenty years ago I married the most wonderful guy; handsome, generous, hardworking, clever, the list goes on. We had a few ups and downs, but mostly a model marriage, the envy of our friends and community. We worked hard, had two beautiful boys who are now 13 and 10, started up a successful business together, built two houses, paid the mortgage off, travelled overseas on holidays and had a great group of friends.
The last few years were a bit tough, nothing major, but lacking in some intimacy and communication. Come on, is this unusual for a couple after 20 years? I knew we should be trying harder but life was busy; work, business, kids. You know the drill.
Earlier this year we went on a long weekend holiday, an annual event with five other families we are friends with in our town. This was the 7th year in a row we'd got together. After the second day, I suddenly noticed my H paying a bit too much attention to my best friend, his best friend's wife. At first I thought I was just over-reacting. We've known the family for 10 years, our kids have grown up together. Then the 3rd night I woke up at night, he wasn't there; I caught them together talking outside. Needless to say, after a sleepless argumentative night, we quietly packed up quickly next morning and left, with all our friends wondering WTF?
The next week was a week I'd never want to go through in my life again. After a gestapo-like grilling, investigating phone records, and long hours of heavy talking, the truth started to emerge. They'd been having an affair for three months. Starting with H confiding in OW at a party that he wasn't happy. OW then started coming round our house, after calling me to check I'd be gone for a while. OW borrowed an apartment, turned up on building site where H works and drove him to field, they met at our place while me and kids were out regularly, and towards the end at her place in mornings, once her H and kids were out of way.
Lots of memories flooded back. The times she called to see what I was up to, the time I came home early to find her in my house with him 'just popped in to see if you were home', the time she jumped on my bed squirming on his side (H told me later that she said she just wanted to smell him), the time OW and I went shopping and she waved a sexy pair of knickers in my face and said 'would H like you in these?'. I realised she was tormenting me for months.
H eventually told me everything (he says he has nothing left to hide), even about the times she came to our place at night, they met downstairs in garage, when me and kids were sleeping, and the time he went to her place in morning on our 20th wedding anniversary.
It was painful. But I had to know the whole truth.
H promised me the whole truth and no contact with her to try to work things out. OW tried to make contact, H was firm with her 'we're talking, and that's all I ever wanted' he said to her about us. H had also promised OW that he wouldn't tell about 'the sex', just say they were friends. She says she feels betrayed by him.
After six weeks of sheer shock, lots of making up with H, and trips to counsellor, I decided to talk. We have a tight group of friends in our community, they were concerned about me as I was hiding away. OW was out and about like nothing ever happened, hadn't even told her H.
So I went round to each friend separately and told my story. Even the gory bits. Of course they were shocked, angry, and needless to say OW has few friends left.
Revenge is sweet.
However, then the anger just hit me. The last six weeks I have been consumed by anger. Lashing out at H, biting, kicking; he sleeps downstairs regularly. He is remorseful and doing all he can to try to show me he loves me.
I love him, and I want to be with him forever. I thought he was the perfect man, perfect father and I'm just so devastated that he's let us down. The pain and anger are just all too consuming.
It is a double betrayal. Her betrayal of me is almost worse. Friends just don't do that to friends. She called me straight after the holiday to try to convince me 'I swear on my kids life nothing ever happened' she said, so sure H would keep her confidence and not tell me. I haven't spoken to her since, she hasn't written to me or tried to contact me. I will never speak to her again.
Any words of wisdom are welcome.