Hello all,
I've been lurking for the past month and a half, and lately I have posted some in the spouses of sex addicts thread, but I hadn't written out my story here yet. I've found this forum to be such an amazing source of knowledge and support, and I'm at once grateful for everyone here, and so sorry that you all are in this position.
I've been with my H for about 4 years, and we have two small children together, ages 2.5 and 8 months. I also have two teenagers from my first marriage. I was a single mom for about 8 years before meeting H.
When I met H it was like a fairy tale. I've had several LT relationships, and I thought I'd been in love, but none of it compared to how I felt with him. It was absolutely intoxicating. I wanted to eat breathe drink him, wrap my arms around him and never let go. The most amazing thing was that we were in perfect sync- he was as crazy about me as I was about him. Here we were in our thirties and it felt like we were teenagers.
We got pregnant with DS1 early in our relationship and we discussed all of our options but decided that we were excited to have a baby together. I dropped out of law school and took a PT job that would allow me to be home with the baby most of the time, and we juggled our schedules to avoid outside childcare. It was hectic, but it was a very good first year. Then, we decided to have a second child because the age gap between our son and my daughters was so great and we didn't want him to grow up feeling like an only. I miscarried in September 2012. It was awful- I hemorrhaged and had to have emergency surgery. Turns out I have a bleeding disorder, who knew? We had a very hard time together following that- I felt so traumatized and depressed for a few weeks. I needed his support but we fought badly and it seemed like he really closed off to me during that time. We got pregnant again last January and had DS2 in September 2013.
On March 22 of this year I discovered a secret email account on his phone when I picked it up to email myself some pictures he'd taken. He freaked out when I picked it up and it was painfully obvious that he was uncomfortable with me having it- which was out of character. The email address in his send field was unfamiliar and when I questioned him about it he made thin excuses ("it's spam" "it's for spam" "you're paranoid") but took the phone and rapidly and distractedly went to work doing something on it, making sure I could not see the screen.
We had a fight, because it was clear that he was lying. He denied anything was going on and refused to give much explanation. Classic gaslighting, which he does all the time when we argue.
He left the room and I got on the computer and hacked into that email account. I found two email exchanges with prostitutes, one from February 2, 2013, and one from March 17-20 2014, just two days earlier. There were lots of pornographic yahoo group subscriptions, and at least ten different dating/hookup site profiles. I didn't spend that long looking at it before he discovered me, so some of the details I didn't know until weeks later.
When he came back into the room we had a huge fight. I was screaming and crying. I took the boys and put them in the car. He followed me and we fought some more. Then he hit me in the face. It was the first time he'd ever done that, though he has been physically intimidating during fights before.
He left. I called the police and filed a report on the assault. I felt like my world was ending. I threatened suicide so he called the police on ME, and though they did not arrest him for hitting me they DID arrest me while I was sobbing hysterically. I was handcuffed and put in the back of an ambulance and taken to the hospital psych ward to be kept overnight. They left my babies with the man who hit me in the face, and I was told to "get over it."
So truth has trickled out over the last nearly 2 months. Turns out, in addition to the stuff in the email, he was a regular at a strip club near his work, starting about the time of my miscarriage. No wonder he'd been so cold and distant. He was getting lap dances all the time, some all-nude in the "VIP room" for $150/15min with a happy ending. He denies consummating a sexual encounter with a prostitute (though really, if a nude stripper is getting you off with her tits in your crotch, what's the dif?). He developed a relationship with one of the strippers outside the club and saw her on at least three occasions. He did a nude photoshoot for her and some graphic design work to help her start a side business, but then lost interest when it became clear she was just using him for his services and he wasn't going to get any quid pro quo. I talked to her at length- damn right I found her number and called her- and the story I got from her matched his pretty well, though he'd tried to tell me he'd only seen her once outside the club. She also told me about a text he sent her asking if she could "hook [him] up with one of her hot ass friends." Bottom line is he was in pursuit of sex big time.
So I have no idea at this point whether I know the whole truth. I feel naive if I start to think I do, but my gut feeling that there's more has started to subside. Don't know what to think about that- maybe I'm just starting to care less.
It hurts me so much that over and over he swore on everything that is holy that he was telling me the whole truth... and then there'd be WAY more.
I kicked him out immediately and we've been separated since D day. He desperately wants to reconcile. I want my family back but 1. I don't know if I can get over it and 2. I don't know if I can ever trust him again. I'm starting to make peace with the idea of divorce as a realistic option, and it doesn't sound so devastating anymore. It's starting to sound hopeful, though I'm really scared and depressed thinking of how to get from point A to point B.
He's seeing a CSAT and he seems very remorseful and open to self examination and change. But the asshole was doing this for a year and a half. All through my pregnancy with our little guy. While I was at my most physically vulnerable, he was out paying hot young women to get naked and grind on him. I can't make myself accept that and I don't want to. I feel robbed of so much. I didn't have informed consent. I would NEVER have had another child with him had I known this. I trusted him so much, always gave him the benefit of the doubt, put up with his verbal abuse because I felt like he had self esteem issues. Barf.
I'm so bitter right now. It's a very toxic relationship at this point. I'm in IC, too, and that is helping, but it also hurts to find out some of the ways my FOO issues have set me up for this. I feel like a chump. I feel pretty damn low, all around.
One thing that's been good, though, is right away after finding out I started running again. I've lost the last of my preg weight and I'm in fantastic shape again. I think metaphorically I was running away from the pain, but the results are fine with me. Fuck those strippers. I look good. I don't look 23... And that's a source of pain, but I feel good and I think the exercise has helped me ward off depression.
Anyway, thank you for reading, if you were able to get through all that. I know it was kinda rambling. I feel like I'm on an emotional roller coaster, and I feel vastly different at different times, but right now, I'm ok.
[This message edited by Rubyrain at 3:13 AM, May 14th (Wednesday)]