Back in August I found out my husband was having several inappropriate conversations with women online. He'd even tried to reach out to a woman who reports to me at my job. I confronted him and he deleted all of the women that were friends and I've since been watching every online interaction he has as well as incoming/outgoing calls and texts. He could delete a conversation, but I have the numbers and if I see one hit our bill I don't recognize I told him it was going to be a problem. He swore up and down the internet and phone was the only thing, that there was nothing physical.
Saturday night I told him that I thought I had reached a place where I could forgive and move on, but that if there was any other skeletons in his closet that now's the one and only chance to put them out there because if anything else comes up after that I'd be done. And so he confessed...to the physical side of things. I was shocked. To describe the different thoughts and emotions that are going through my mind up until this point would be useless. There isn't enough computer memory to put it all down. He says it was only once and that as soon as it was done he knew what a colossal mistake it was, and that he was coming clean because he knew that nothing we had past that point if I was going to forgive him would be real anyway because I wouldn't have all the details. It was unprotected and 5 months ago so I've got the testing for myself scheduled tonight and his is tomorrow. We have children so I'm trying to maintain some semblence of normal for them. I have not thrown him out, nor will I leave the children here with him. Our oldest is 10 and knew that something was off and asked yesterday what was going on so we, together, told her that daddy made a mistake that has hurt me very deeply and that it will take us some time how to figure out how to work our way out of this, if we even can. I was very up front with her that I don't know if I can, but that for now, nothing will change for her because I won't make a rash decision. I have started to reach out to counselors. He can't tell me why...only that it had nothing to do with me. He swears it wasn't even emotional, just getting his rocks off. We've got nearly 20 years together so the thought of starting over for me is hugely daunting. I never wanted my kids in the split household arrangement either, though now I don't know if it can be avoided.
I know that the other woman is out of the picture as it happened while he was out of the country visiting his parents, in said other country. She pursued him after the first visit and when he told her he was married she apparently said she didn't care so when he went back at the beginning of June it progressed from there to the one encounter. His family member was his transportation while he was there and is confirming the one encounter only, and added that he did warn my husband to think about what he was doing, but my husband did it anyway.
He swears he wants us to work and is willing to do anything. I have told him that the marriage we had is now dead and gone and I need time to grieve that and if we are to work out, it will need to be newly built foundations, etc. He is the one that suggested the counseling - anything that will help me get through it he said. Right now I am only 2 days into something I never ever in a million years thought I'd be dealing with (at least until August) which I supposed makes me a total idiot...
I always said this was the one thing that there was no going back from...and now I'm forced to re-evaluate that based on the fact that the kids are innocent bystanders in this. I feel trapped. If I stay - I'm teaching our daughters that this is an ok way to be treated? If I go, regardless of the fact that he did the deed, I will be the bad guy because he wants to work it out and I will be the one saying it is done. I cannot win. Staying feels completely wrong, and so does leaving. How is a person supposed to navigate this?
I cannot sleep. I cannot eat. I throw up when I think of what he has done. I have the shakes and my heart is racing and my head pounding. I know this is the stress. We've been through so much together - the loss of our first child, as well as a work related accident that resulted in amputation with him a few years ago. We'd finally landed on solid ground and the idiot that I am, felt like we were in one of the best places we'd ever been in in our marriage. I guess the joke is on me.
Emotionally I'm a wreck. I want to die, I want him to die, I want to go back and pretend it never happened. I want to un-ask the question of Saturday night. I want...anything but my current reality just about.
I am just spinning out of control right now but trying desperately to hold it together. He's called me from work probably 10x so far today and I vacillate between crying and yelling at him. Probably 7 of the conversations have just ended with me hanging up.
I know of people who have survived this both ways. By leaving and by staying - and I frankly cannot imagine either right now. I look at our girls and just hate to think of how drastically he may have changed the trajectory of their lives with this one act.
I am just lost...and I appreciate your letting me ramble.