I know I said that my wife bumped into OM by coincidence 2 times. Actually, what I should have wrote is that I found out about her meeting him 2 times by coincidence. She claims first contact was coincidental but second was planned.
The next two weeks after I saw the picture on her phone she was unbelievably nice to me. It did not matter what I said to her, she would take it and just apologize. I admit, I wanted her to go through hell. WW sent me an email yesterday stating that she had been through hell and back. I usually do not respond to her emails but I couldn’t resist. I wrote back with a question, “Oh, back so soon? Lucky you!”
The second time I discovered they were together was when I had to leave town for a family emergency. I thought it would be for several days but ended up being almost two weeks. One of my employees, whom has also been a very good friend, called and said he saw my wife go into a local motel and go into one of the rooms. He was very apologetic and said he was just trying to be a friend and that he was sure it was not anything to be concerned about.
I called my wife immediately and asked, “Hey, what’s up?” She said she was at Walmart’s and she sounded like her cheerful loving self. I hung up on her immediately without saying another word. How in hell could she be in motel with OM and speak so cheerfully to me. I went crazy. Hysterical. I thought I was going to explode. I lay on the floor and groaned. I was sick to my stomach, I threw up. I did not think I could live.
I called my friend back and asked him if he would go back and watch the motel and tell me what was going on. He said my wife had already rushed out of the hotel within minutes of him calling me. I asked him to wait and see if anybody else was in the room. He waited several hours and nothing.
Meanwhile, my wife had been calling me over and over and finally texted me asking what was going on and did I mean to hang up on her? I asked her if she enjoyed her shopping at Walmart. She said she just had to pick up a few things. I told her we would talk when I got home. She continued to ply me with questions asking what was going on and why my behavior was so strange.
The next 3 days I did not call her or answer her calls. I tried to think of reasons she could have been in the motel and I would feel hopeful for a while but knew if she had been there for any legitimate purpose, she would not have had to lie about it.
When I got back home, she was a mess. She was so concerned and wanted to know what was wrong. I asked her to show me her Walmart’s receipt. She keeps every receipt for everything. This is something I would always joke with her about. When I asked for the receipt, the look on her face answered every question I had. She said Oh God, nothing happened, I am so sorry, I made a stupid mistake. It is not what you think. I took her phone, purse and laptop to the car and drove off.
I found a rubber in her purse, unused, but could not get into her phone or laptop. By this time I was crazy and I was totally helpless. She had been calling so I finally answered and told her I knew everything. She begged me to please come home so she could explain.
Long story short (according to her) he had been sweet talking her. He was a connection to a disconnected childhood. They had been texting back and forth and finally he convinced her to meet him at a motel. She said she went to the motel to meet him but nothing happened. When I called, she said she realized how screwed up she was and it was like waking from a dream. She said she left immediately when I called and sent him a text that she had made a ridiculously terrible mistake, that she loved her husband and never wanted to talk to or see OM again.
I only believe what I can prove. I don’t buy into much of what W has to say anymore. She can tell me she went shopping and I am wondering if it is a damn lie. Now that I know she can lie, I don’t believe her. Actually, I would love to believe her, but I can’t. I am not an Einstein, but what are the chances that the only two times they met up, I would catch them both times?
I got back home and told her she had to leave. It would be best for her to leave. I did not give her a choice. I threw her purse on the couch and handed her the rubber. I have read up on cheating wives from this site and others. I googled it, went on youtube. I guess I have been obsessed. The betrayal is stifling. Sometimes I can feel it in my chest and have to concentrate to breathe.
My dilemma? I have not learned anything that will help me heal, or forgive or ever come close to trusting her again. I have never worried or wondered if I am an Alpha or Beta male; but I do wonder why I am not like many guys on here, suck it up and live with it. Like I said, I couldn’t be around her anymore. Whenever she was around the pain was just too unbearable. I loved her too much and the pain was going to kill me in a lot of different ways.
She has done everything imaginable, answered all my questions over and over, gone into therapy and begged and pleaded for me to please give her the opportunity to prove to me that I am her world. She says that she is broken, I am broken too.
I posted on this site because, to be honest, you folks are tough on WW. You may be tough on WH too, I have not pursued those posts. You are also fair. A lot of times, I think you are too fair. Many of you do not want anybody to suffer, not even the wayward spouse. I am not there.
It can be argued that if I really loved her, I would not do anything to cause her to suffer. That can be argued the other way also. If she really loved me, she would not have done anything too make me suffer.
I used to be very attentive to her. I took better care of her needs than my own. I treated her like a piece of fine china. Now I treat her like a paper plate, disposable.
[This message edited by DoneGone at 9:24 AM, April 3rd (Friday)]