libertyrocks, my initial reaction to discovering my SAWH paid for a prostitute was one of absolute shock. I knew that he'd fallen off the wagon--big-time--and that his disease had really escalated. What I didn't know at the time was that he'd had a 4-month EA-turned PA, and he acted out when she dropped him.
Porn and mind-fantasies and inappropriate boundaries with attractive women were part of my life from Day 1 of our M. But I was naive enough to think that ALL MEN were like that, that ALL MEN were flirts--especially military men. And so I was willing to forgive him and to stay with him if he would stop--paying for sex--and get SA treatment. After all, this was a first physical infidelity in 22 years of M. Plus, and here's the answer to your question, I wanted our children to have two parents.
Before it got better, though, it got worse. He was a jerk. I didn't know why at the time; I just thought he no longer loved me and wanted to divorce me. And I actually questioned whether staying would be in the best interests of our kids. There were a couple months when my boys (who knew nothing of the infidelity) asked me why I ever married him. They still loved him--as children tend to love even extremely flawed parents--but they didn't want to live with him and they thought he was an a--hole. I had some serious decision-making to do.
Unknowingly, I carried out many parts of the 180 (hadn't found SI yet). I worked on myself. I became selfish for the first time in my married life. I did everything I could for me and for the kids. I made changes that benefited me but also benefited the rest of the family. I decided that I needed to be strong when he eventually left us. I'd begged him, at first, not to leave us and not to break up our family, but that didn't continue. I had, thank goodness, too much pride for that once the absolute terror of discovery wore off.
For a couple months, he hoped to reconcile with his AP. There came a time, though, when he realized it wasn't going to happen, so he spent a business trip mulling it over, weighing the pros and cons, deciding he liked the 180-me, then coming home and confessing. Yes, I was Plan B. That hurt then, it hurts now, it may always hurt.
So I now have a SAfWH who is trying harder than ever before to be a good husband. He is sweet to me practically every moment of every day. He is nicer to me than he's been our entire marriage. He seems to have realized what a gem I am. He told me a couple weeks ago that I'm the best thing that has ever happened to him. He just sent me a love e-mail today. But because he hasn't jumped into recovery with both feet, I'm still leery.
He's always loved me; he told his AP--before they were first intimate--that he still loved me (a killer detail), but he shows me that more now. Yet I'm one-year-down on the 5-year Plan. I hope with all my heart that he becomes sober and that he launches himself into IC more than once or twice a month, that he starts going to a 12-step group (he's resisted this time because he's now, suddenly, atheist), that he gets a sponsor. And that that all happens before our youngest graduates high school and leaves for college. I will not force him. He knows what I want; he doesn't, however, know my timetable. It's for me; it's so that I know I've a Plan B. I'm certainly worth it. I'm worth not worrying about him every day. I'm worth not wondering if, when he leaves home after me for work, he's going to a hooker first. I'm worth not having to watch his comings/goings on business trips with a find-my-iPhone app.
I guess what I'm saying is that life is complicated. Infidelity is complicated. Parenting is complicated. But I know that I will put my children above me in any decision I make. I chose to do that when I brought them into this world. Right now, that choice is to give them a 2-parent family with parents who love each other, who are affectionate to each other in front of the children--and alone
--, who are supporting each other. If that changes, if there comes a time when it's better for my kids to divorce their father, then I'll do that, too. My heart will be broken because I think I'll love him forever, but my children come first. And, frankly, if that time came, then divorce would be putting me first, too.
I didn't sacrifice my happiness for the kids; I DID sacrifice my pride. Without children, I'd have walked. No questions asked. Even though I love him and even though I understand that he's an addict. Having an affair and paying for sex are much worse, to me, than an alcoholic getting drunk. Does any of that wordy answer make a lick of sense?