My husband had a "best friend" that has made me uncomfortable for a long, long time. He assured me many times there was nothing romantic between them, and it seems there wasn't - not in the beginning. Now, I feel like an idiot for not listening to everyone who told me to put a stop to it. For not listening to my gut. I knew what was happening, even before he did, I think.
I really, truly believed it was above board. I trusted him. We were the couple who joked about cheating on each other, because it was so far outside the realm of possibility. Now, everything comes out. He was unhappy, felt unwanted, and sought fulfillment for those needs elsewhere. Granted, unlike her, I don't make long posts on social media talking about how meaningless my life was before I met "my wonderful best friend." I guess he needed that. And instead of telling me, he turned to her.
That was one of the many warning signs I ignored. Her attachment to him that obviously went way, way above and beyond a normal level of friendship. I ignored it. I ignored everything. I kept thinking of that line from the movie That Thing You Do, which always struck me as incredibly corny and badly delivered, but it wouldn't stop running through my head: "shame on me for kissing you with my eyes closed so tight."
I was the “cool wife.” I never had a problem with any of my husband’s female friends, until now. And now, I know why. I was sensing something from the beginning, something he never had with any of his other friends.
Yesterday, the day I found out, I’d been fighting off a mounting sense of dread and horror. He’d invited her over for dinner, and I couldn’t stop crying. I thought I’d come to accept the fact that she was always going to be around, even if she made me horribly uncomfortable. I just didn’t see any other way to deal with the situation. I felt jealous, possessive, crazy, overreactive.
When they went to pick up dinner, I got on his computer and opened Facebook.
It was something I could have done at any time. He’s never made an effort to hide his social media or his phone or anything, which was one of the reasons I trusted him so much. After all, if he was cheating on me, I’d be able to find out so easily.
And I was right. It was easy.
After a few minutes of scrolling, I was starting to feel bad. There was nothing untoward in their messages to each other. But then, I started seeing it. “I love you.” “Baby.” “Sweetie.” “I want to act all couple-y for a while.” “I want that too.” Talking about cuddling on the sofa. Him complimenting her body.
There were pictures.
When they came home, I confronted him. He went white as a sheet, and had no defenses or excuses. He asked her to leave, and I could hear her crying as she went.
His first reaction was that it wasn’t going to work between us. He was going to leave. Not to be with her, but to “give me a better life.” I deserved better than him. He was a “bad person.” Yes, I yelled and screamed, demanded to know what he was thinking, but I never told him to leave. When I asked him if really wanted to throw away everything we had for some fling, he told me that he didn’t think there was “anything worth salvaging.”
Later, he apologized. He told me he couldn’t imagine living without me, but he couldn’t imagine living without her, either. He loved both of us. But he had already been pulling back from the romantic/sexual aspect of his relationship from her. (This seems to be confirmed by what I saw on Facebook.) He said he thought it would “end eventually.”
He’s coming with me to therapy tomorrow. I know the “right thing” to do is demand that he cut off all contact from her, but at this point I don’t know how. He spent a few hours yesterday determined to leave me, and I fear any ultimatums will send him out the door. I love him, I’ve given him so much of my life. I know I can live without him, but I don’t want to. I still believe he’s a good person. He made a bad mistake, but I want to work through it. Just don’t know how.
Our anniversary is in a week. I don’t even know what to feel.