Been reading through the different threads and learning a lot. The past month has been a but of a blur. Looking at the calendar and my journal entriea has been helpful. She got back sunday 1-25. 1-30 I knew and was demanding she break it off and tell him. Following week was a bunch of fence sitting bs. First two counseling appointments on the 3rd and the 5th and no real emotions except concern for him. Me attempting to talk reasonably albeit with anxiety nearly overwhelming me. Looking back I can hear her listing off her shallow justifications for her affair.
Counselor met with us both. I couldn't bear the idea of separation. Then came my first appointment without her on the 10th. Talking things through with the counselor I talked through what was safe for me to see her go. She could have sunday to Tuesday and I would have them the other 4 days if the week. Talking it through with the counselor I thought there was no way she'd leave, but if she wanted to do it on my terms then I wanted her to gtf out.
Talked about my terms after the kids were asleep and she was off to a hotel, and I was steeling myself and channelling my anger into being a better father, controlling what I had control over. Her solo appointment on Thursday she agreed we should tell james in a positive way. Friday the 13th she found a furnished condo and rented it for 90 days. Valentines day was the bottom for me. Oldest son was an accident born 9.5 months after valentines. Now she was waiting for her lover and it pissed me off but I sure as hell wasn't going to be her default choice.
Sunday morning. We had agreed previously that she would get the kids by 10am. Got a text at 8am "he told her. Its over. I'm over.". Reading it back this morning makes my stomach burn.
Not sure this is healthy. Makes me realize how niave and stupid I was acting but the counselor was telling me to let her lover cause the hurt. I let it happen and she was still wanting to sleep at the condo. The distance was good for me but damn it hurt at least she enjoyed being with the kids. Control what you can and know you can't predict the future.
Communication is improving. The following week I see a divorce attorney. She plugs in the numbers and it is just another surreal episode. Her advice was helpful though. Don't use time with the kids as a bartering tool. Left there 375 poorer but secure that I had a path forward.
More counseling the following week. She had the first hour and the second was mine. Arrived to get to hear her tell me that she didn't know why but having the space of the condo was helping her relax.
Fuck. Left counseling to go to dinner with my family. Talking with my father and brother in law while my wife gabbed away with my sister and mother. All of us pretending that everything was normal. I was pissed as hell. Thursday the 26th.
I realized over the weekend that it was more of the all about her show. He was in town and they were going to see each other on Tuesday. Sunday night in meet his wife and we talk for an hour and a half. She questiins, as has every other woman in my life, howna mother could do this to her kids. And like every other time I can only shrug and wonder.
Monday night she goes to to wla work dinner, in show up for drinks but her lover(now ex) doesn't have the courage to even look me in the eye when we pass each other, me leaving to go to the house with the kids and him into the restaurant with a couple other coworkers. I didn't know his face but he certainly knew mine.
She came home blotto at 11:15. I didn't want to fight so I steeled myself and told her I thought she was too drunk to drive back to the condo. The next day she spent in a full day conference while I spent 6.5 hours meeting the people in charge of 35% of my companies business. Exhausted at 4:45 I went to the hotel where their conference was since it's about a ha halfe mile from home. A cold beer takes the edge off. She sits with me and we talk. Official company dinner starts at 6. I tell her I was hoping to see her afterwards. She comes by the house and stays the night. In our bed but I'm not ready to let down the wall I've built over the past few weeks.
Thursday I have the second of my intake appointments with the psychiatrist. He tells me I could do some.SSRIs electively but that I don't seem.depressed. running from that appointment to the marriage counselor it begins to dawn on me. I'm not the one who is fukt in the head.
Friday we get couples massage. Being naked together soaking for a half hour is awkward at best. But the massage is relaxing. Cant help but winder why it took something this shitty to appreciate the little things more. But an apology would still be nice.
Last weekend was the best I'd had in a while. Not normal but the new normal I suppose. When she mentioned him being out sick today as a reason why she got so much work done, I couldn't help but cringe. He's 300 miles away and just a click or phone call away, they have to communicate to guide deal flow and get their jobs done. Hopefully his wife will make him quit and SOON.
More counseling today. I want to ask the counselor if I'm crazy to think that I'm not at all responsible for my wife's infidelity. I know that the counselor wants to see my wife for more sessions and us as a couple. The counselor also told me I could stop journaling in our private session after telling my wife she had startednto make progress butneeded to continue during our couples time. I was just glad she had started journaling at all.
Now that the dust is settling I feel like it is my time to make a decision. I won't be anyone's default choice. Her actions must now correlate to her words. My children will remain my #1 priority.