Quick recap: In Aug 2012 my husband cheated on me with my best friend. Her husband basically forced her into a swinging lifestyle and at first she hated it, then grew to like it. Not once did I ever think my husband would cheat nor did I ever think she would have sex with him.
I found out about it a week after it happened and my H went completely nuts. He accused me of cheating on him (never did, never wanted to). We did MC and the MC said he had to allow me access to his phone. When we got home I picked up his phone and he got physical to the point of leaving bruises on me. I kicked him out and he called the police on me. Sad thing is even though I showed the police my bruises the police said there was nothing they could do since I hadn't called them when it happened nor could I keep WH out of the house. It was a living nightmare and I could not believe my once loving sweet husband had turned into such a frothing maniac.
Sept 21st 2012 he finally moved in with one of his friends. And things got even worse. He talked to one of his friends about taking the kids and moving out of state somewhere I could never find them. He "forgot" to come get the kids on one of his weekends and I had to bring them to work with me. He showed up at my work hours later screaming and blaming me for his tardiness to the point where my boss threatened to call the police on him. When I was at work and the kids were at school he would bring random girls to the house and have them call and harass me. And so much more.
OW had slept with a mutual friend's husband and on the advice of SI I ended up telling that mutual friend and later sent her a link to this site. At first the other BW didn't believe me so I'm sure she showed OW and husband my FB messages. I hadn't lived here very long so all my friends were OW's friends first. They stayed friends with OW so other than telling them WH cheated I stopped talking to them. The only people who knew all the details were my mom and brothers, my childhood best friend from my hometown, and SI. So there is no other way they could have known about how crazy WH was acting. The OW and her husband threatened to our mutual friends they would say I had sex with OW's husband to get back at me for telling on OW to the other BW. And they hoped WH really went off the deep end and hurt me. After that display of hatefulness all of the mutual friends dumped the OW and her husband and rallied behind me 100%.
I had talked to a lawyer and was waiting on my income tax check to officially hire her to file the divorce. On March 6th, the very day my tax return came in the mail, WH got rushed to the hospital because his colon ruptured. Turns out he had colon cancer that had spread to his liver. The colon mass was so large it burst his colon and the mass on his liver was 9cm. (all I could think at the time was holy shit, that liver mass was almost large enough to push a baby through) The liver mass stopped his liver from functioning properly, causing his waste to break the blood/brain barrier. Literally he had shit in his brain.
Of course I immediately offered to take care of him since his family is so far away. He moved back in March 15th 2012 to the spare room. But even his grim prognosis didn't stop him from being an asshole. As soon as he had complete access to the kids he started bringing them around his new gf. (I had limited his visits with the kids to my house ONLY after he threatened to run out of state with them) On April 8th the kids told me he had been bringing them around the new gf. He called them liars and I flipped out, (yelling only). He got physical again. So I called his parents, told them what was going on, and begged them to come take care of him. Nope, they just couldn't do that. I called his new gf (figured out her number by looking through the phone records) and begged her to take care of him. Nope, she was in a custody dispute with her " 3rd baby daddy" and if she let some man move in with her she would lose that kid. So I told her that if I found out she so much as talked to him again I would find out where she lived and dump all his stuff on her front lawn and he would be her problem. She quickly agreed to leave him alone.
The next year was worse than anything I could have possibly imagined. Between chemo, surgeries, watching him waste away to nothing, being treated like a saint on "good" days to cursed like a dog on "bad" days, holding it all together for him when he wanted to give up, staying strong and positive for the kids, keeping track of my work duties, his medicine, doctor appointments, kids schedules, etc, I don't know how I managed to not end up in a padded room.
In Nov he had the last surgery and is probably cancer free. The scan right after surgery showed 2 swollen lung lymph nodes. They are either an infection or more cancer. We will find out next month. If they are still there it's cancer. Surgery will not be an option so he will have to do even more chemo and radiation so fingers, toes, eyes, and ears crossed....
Our relationship status is separated. I still plan on filing for divorce as soon as he is officially cancer free. I promised I would take care of him until the cancer is gone and I keep my word. And I've made that clear to him through out this whole mess. No mixed signals, other than pecks on the cheeks and hugs before surgeries and chemo, no physical contact at all.
But I am scared that he will go nuts again when I file. When I try to talk about it he shuts me down and tries to make me feel guilty. Then he gift bombs me. Expensive gifts that I don't want (example: he bought me a new iPod a couple months ago and it still sits unopened in the box) I just don't know what to do to make it sink in that I am done. : /