I am 25 (26 in a few months). She is 26 (just turned 26). OM is 28 and unhappily married with 2 children.
I officially realized on 1/25/14 that my girlfriend of 7 years was emotionally involved with another man. She's more than my girlfriend, shes the love of my life. I am/was committed to her and want her back. D-day was that Sunday when I got home.
Detail about our life;
We bought a house in March, we moved in in June. We have 2 cats that we love. We both have good jobs. I even just got a promotion on the 20th. I was happy. We have only ever “broken up” once in college and it was for 2 days.
Her: Kind to a fault. Wants everyone to like her. Goes out of her way for others.
She works full time. In a job that while she complains about she truly loves what she does (who doesn't complain about their job?). Her schedule is a rotating 2 days off. She's overweight, not fat but unhealthy. She's a slob (not being mean, she admits it. she doesn't think there's anything wrong with not seeing the bedroom floor). She hates chores (her mom yelled at her as a kid about chores often). She has anxiety issues but doesn't see a doctor about it. Her father passed away a few years ago, I was there 100% for her and her family.
Me: Know-it-all, tech savant.
I work full-time with a 140 mile commute each day, this is been going on since January. I don't mind the drive because I listen to books while in the car. I like the house to be clean. I like the laundry folded. I do not have the kindest vocabulary ever, I swear, a lot. I have a temper but have never hit her, never broken anything in anger, never mistreated her in anger. It's mainly because high blood pressure runs in my family so when I get angry I get really angry and it's very hard to calm down. 99% of the time I am the calmest person you have ever met. I used to work 4 days a week and was gone from 1030am to 12:45-1am most nights. The days I had off I would spend 1 cleaning the house, 1 playing video games, and 1 with her.
The detail of the A;
I have tried hard to communicate with her all week. We have talked successfully a few times but then the next morning comes around, and she has something else to bring up. So in the order of events in which I found things out.
She had been displaying some signs of cheating for several weeks. New hair products. Excessive time on the phone. Lots of text messages. Snapchat. Not taking lunch to work but somehow having food to eat each day. But the sex has been great, never been anything but.
Both our smartphones are integrated with Google Voice. Our lives are on google/facebook. We used a password program, each with our own login and password to keep stuff organized. We both left the logins open and let it auto-fill passwords to log into all the sites. There was no privacy if the other wanted to spy (this was something that apparently upset her, I say apparently because I am just now finding this out). GPS etc. Some nights when I would come home and she wasn't there. With no message about where she was. Those nights since ‘before’ (according to her timeframe) I would gps her phone and check her text messages to see where she was.
She has a guy friend from work, turns out hes the OM. Not sexually, she's promised me that. But emotionally to the point where I was displaced as the person she could confide in. According to her they were friends, then best friends, then one day they were in love. I found the text message trial after being ignored completely several times and told to bud out when I asked who she was talking to and about what. Some nights when I would check the gps there would be strange places, now sometimes the phone would mess up so I would ask her about it and get my head bit off. one night (5 months ago) she was in the town over and the weather was bad, I was worried and the OM was driving her home, which I found out after she arrived. another night she said shes coming home and I watch the gps come to the house but then it stops at the off ramp by our house, for 20-30 minutes (2 months ago). each time I would ask I would get my head bit off.
Her birthday was 2 days before I found out. we had a party for her birthday, friends, beer, chips, dips. We just got a house so there isnt a ton of money to go spend gifts on and i’m not a gift kind of person. I didn't get her anything for her birthday, I told her this lovely house (its a REALLY nice house was her gift). Her best childhood friend came to visit the week of her birthday, she stayed till sunday (6am). Her friend hates me, she always has. She has never liked me because of our first interactions. I think its because the W and I were inseparable when we first started dating and I capitalized all her time and attention when the friend and I were first introduced. Anyways the W had been acting weird because of the OM for several days. I was reading her texts daily. She took her friend to lunch with the OM. The friend was colder than usual towards me after that. It turns out it was more of a meet my “boyfriend”. the friend of course offers the advice to the W that she needs to end it, she needs to be alone to figure out who she is. The W is skittish all week till her birthday party on the 25th. Several people back out early in the day of the party. Then the OM texts her and says hes not coming, her best friend here in town says shes not coming. (now important to note for later, the text messages from this day are WAY more inappropriate than usual, love is said many times, etc). The W is very upset and I try to comfort her but am rebuffed. So I let her friend comfort her and just let her know I am here, everything will be okay. We go shopping for the party buy drinks and food. As usual I try to keep her reasonable with her purchases. She ends up buying ingredients to make 3 dips anyways even though I say just 2. Her friend of course is just “la la la oh well its just W, this is who she is”. So I let it go. Party happens, I try to stand by the W. I try to be apart of her conversations and each time she walks away. I have to work the next morning so I sit in front of the TV while she stays up the the friend and OM. I fall asleep on the couch and at 2am decide to go to bed. OM stays till 3:30am. conversations from the other room (20 feet away) are hushed and quiet after everyone but the OM and the friend leave. She offers to walk the OM to his car, very odd for the W since its -15 out and she hates the cold. So I wake up and peek out the window to see if she's kissing him or something. I dont see anything the angle is weird. When she comes in I walk out and offer to drive her and the friend to the airport in the morning, which she says she is going to just stay up. She never comes to bed that night. I leave for work at 8am the next morning and she didn't make it home before hand. When I come home from work she's in bed, I get in, she falls asleep a bit and I check the text messages. I find out that the love messages from the other day are GONE. Deleted. Backups deleted. So I flip. I yell at her and fume and roll over and do my angry bit. Finally, after spelling it out to her 6 times, and then flat out asking if she's having an A she admits she's in love with him. Now me, my high blood pressure self really goes at her. But we talk it out. She agrees to stop inappropriate texts, not spend time alone with the OM, not call him on the phone. But the OM is her friend so I say, I don't want to deprive you of your friend I just want you back. We go to bed okay.
I wake up at 7am to her crying in bed. I ask her what's going on and she says its because of me. She's unhappy in our relationship and she has been for a year. WHAT IS GOING ON? I’m not unhappy. Shes never said ANYTHING to me. She starts hyperventilating, I calm her down. Then I break down, I have a panic attack after her, and she starts crying worse. Finally she collects herself enough to calm me down. Then somehow we get the the point where I give her an ultimatum (8am). She says we’re done. I break down completely, roll into a ball and cry my eyes out. She does for the most part too but gets ready for work and leaves. I freak out more. Text the realtor who sold us the house and tell her I want to sell. She says she knows someone who is interested. I go on texting the W for an hour about what we are going to do. Sell the house, sell our stuff, pay off the credit cards, she can have the cats even though it will kill me to never see them. I feel hours pass by, I try and sleep, she tries to hold it together at work. I text her mom, and tell her that its over and i’m sorry I let her down. her mom doesn't think that there is any problem with what she did and offers to help her daughter by me out of the house. Finally I convince the W to come home. She does. More crying, we hug, we talk. We come to an agreement to try and work it out.
wed morning. Annnd 7am again. Not too bad this day, some crying, we talk and its okay again. I really have to go to work today, I just got a promotion. so I go back to sleep and She leaves for work. we text all day, its good, we have deep conversations. We talk while I drive home. I tell her i’m committed.
thurs morning. Annnd 7am again. More crying, more fighting, again decide its okay. I go to work, she goes to work. Again we text all day, tell each other what we are feeling. Seems good. I come home and things are NOT good. more panic attacks on each side. finally again we are okay. I tell her i’m committed. but she just wants me to hate her.
friday morning. And 7am again. She has to go to work at 10. I have the day off. Another fight, more crying, more panic attacks. worse than all the other days. We work it out again. She goes to work. I pick her up for lunch. We talk. the day is great. Today however we have another mutual friend coming to stay at our house that night, she has an event nearby. We go, we try and be good, we’re both sad and hurt. finally we get home after the event/dinner. a bit more apprehensive crying because we’re both scared but we go to bed again. This time I feel really good about us. I feel like we worked it to place where we will be okay to continue together. we know it will take time. I tell her i’m committed.
Sat morning. and 6:30am again. I wake up to her fidgeting. we talk. she says she ILYBINILWY. She doesn't think she loves me the way I need or deserve. She admits to ‘trying’ to have another A before this OM. But that is our friend who is a gay man. So that didn't work obviously. She tells me she thinks its really over. We can't work it out. And I fall, completely to pieces. I’m sobbing. Having panic attacks. I have to get up to go to work but I can barely move. And she gets up doesn't even try. She leaves me there barely able to move. Shes taking a shower so I walk into, and get in the shower with her, but as soon as I see her I fall into a ball on the shower floor. at this point she doesn't even seem to care anymore. she yells at me to get out, to go get ready. she turns the water off. yells more. I get out and go upstairs to our other shower and sob for over an hour. she checks on me once to yell at me, i’m not even sure what she was saying. I was having such a panic attack that I couldn't move off the floor of the shower. I laid there for another 30 minutes. finally I drag myself out of the shower and down into the bed. I see that she's packing her things, plastic bags for toiletry, clothes. and I break down again, get under the covers and just sob. 30 minutes later i’m freaking out really bad because the panic attack won't stop. now note that our friend stayed the night, so shes been outside feeling awkward and rightfully so (told her a few days before what was going on) the W been outside talking to her. then the friends calms down from my panic attack. she tells me shes taking the W away. I begged her not to. to let me say goodbye.
things i'm leaving out. she feels distanced from me. she hasn't confided in me for several months. she says she been unhappy for an entire year, when I have confirmed with our friends over the past year, no one noticed her being perpetually unhappy. we don't fight that much but have arguments often about doing chores and spending habits (shes a spender, i’m a budgeter). she blames me for not respecting her privacy. she blames me for not noticing she has been unhappy. she blames me for not holding it together. she blames me for wanting to lash out at the OM and get a restraining order.
several hours later i’m writing this. I spent a lot of time reading the forums. feeling empathy towards others in my position. I think she’s gone. I've sent a few text messages to her. This is the only one I've gotten back. “ I'm alive but I can't talk to you right now. Please allow me the time I need. “ . Why does she need time? She cheated on me. I love her. I was willing to forgive her if she keep it professional at work with the OM, which she says she had, and I believed her. I feel lost. I really need her around even if we’re not together. I've spent so much time, and given up so much for her. The reason we’re not married is I am very religious and she was born a different religion. She has been well aware since week 1 of dating that I will not marry her till she converts. she accepts my faith and has embraced it since we started dating. I never pushed hard the whole getting married thing because we don't live in a convenient place to convert. she feels smothered from all angles and feels like she cannot be happy without separating herself from both me, the OM, and everyone.
so to sum it up. I love her. I was happy. she was unhappy (she says 100%, I say at times). our friend took her away and I don't know where she is.
sorry for the wall of text and bad grammar.