I found out 4 months ago that my W was having a PA with a married coworker. It has altered my perceptions on so many things... I was always the guy that advocated no tolerance in those situations. Yet here I am.
That's the climax of this story though, and I feel like that is the wrong way to begin. It gives the worst time in our marriage all of the attention and doesn't show the path that lead us there.
This might be a bit long, but I need to get this all out.
My W and I have been together for 10 years, and have been married for 6. We met in college and got married a couple of years after. We had a great chemistry for how we wanted to approach life, how we solved problems, and how we chose to have fun. Personally, I had never met anyone who was so selfless and caring. She went out of her way for family and friends and tended to be extremely empathetic. I fell completely in love with her compassion, her innocence, and the total lack of selfishness.
We had a lot of chemistry, sexually, and had a good amount of fun. However, one thing we decided to wait on was PiV sex until after we were married. This was predominantly a request on her end, and I agreed to it out of respect for her ideals. The night of our wedding we discovered that there was a bit of a size issue. TMI POTENTIAL -- I'm 7" in length and 5.5" in girth. Not monstrous by any means but a bit above average. For her, this was painful. As time progressed we tried more often but it would bring her to tears. So we started going back to other forms of sex and focused less on PiV.
Things were still good. We still had a wonderful relationship. Seeds of discourse had been planted though. Around this same time, life turned up the pressure. Over the next 3 years I had 2 deaths in my family, my W’s friend died, I built a business from the ground up, she made multiple career moves and took on more and more responsibility, and my parents went through a massive bankruptcy that I spent a huge amount of time researching and helping them dig out of.
Simply put, we were there for each other and made a great team. She supported me through my trials and tribulations and I supported her. However, the busier we got the less energy we had to focus on our sex life, and it slowly started to become less of a priority.
At this point we both had great jobs making 6 figures each. We had amassed close to $500k in net worth and had no debt. My job was now allowing me to work about 35 hours a week and I could maintain good income. I was ready to start refocusing on us. I pushed for more date nights, and refocusing on us as a couple. I also wanted to get to the bottom of the pain my W would sometimes feel, and wanted to speak with doctors or a sex therapist. My W started to feel like it was something wrong with her. I tried to reassure her that there were so many options and things we could try, but she felt broken. She resisted therapy, and doctor’s appointments, in favor of trying to do things more often. That didn’t help, and the pain persisted.
Then we agreed to let her brother stay with us for a few months while he saved up money for a while. This was very stressful for us as a couple. We had routine fights about him and things that happened while he was here. I, personally, felt that both the relationship and myself were not a priority. Despite that, he lived with us for close to 8 months. Looking back, this is where some real distance started to form between us.
After he moved out I was starting to feel a since of urgency relating to our relationship. I desperately wanted to refocus on us as a couple. I was starting to feel the cracks form in the relationship and it scared me.
Of course, timing is everything. She was offered a new role as a manager on a product that she was extremely excited about. We didn’t need the money, but I have always encouraged her to pursue her passions. She is an introvert and knew this would be hard, so we talked about the new role quite a bit before she decided to accept it. I underestimated the toll this would take on her. It became one of the hardest things she had ever tackled in her life, and it constantly drained her energy reserves.
In the background I still pushed to start focusing on us again. I felt some urgency after the last few years had been a bit rough and was starting to panic a little bit. She was so worn out that she seemed to almost get defensive about adding something else to her plate. This job demanded everything from her. I still loved my wife and tried to be supportive, but whenever she came home with work related issues I tended to try and “fix” things instead of listening and being there for her.
I started to get frustrated with waiting to work on our relationship. I got tired of being the only one that was seeing issues. We had multiple fights over it and they began to escalate. Much to my shame I sat down with her and told her that I could see a path where our marriage didn't make it. That we had many options to take "exits" along the way, but that we needed to take one to focus on us. I was hoping she would "realize" that this was serious and we needed to start now rather than later. Instead it kicked up the guilt and resentment. We had more fights and it led to one where she told me I wasn't there for her, and that she started to see me as someone who was making her feel guilty. This left me reeling. I had always supported my wife. I couldn’t understand what more I could do to be there for her.
At this point I did the only thing I could think of. I devoted all my spare time to being there for her completely. Chores, errands, cooking dinner, and trying to really understand her struggles at work. I also really focused on making sure I didn't provide sources of guilt, and completely gave up on sexy times aside from a few occasions where I would initiate. I did this for 2 to 3 months.
Things started to improve on one hand but not on the other. I felt that I was doing the right thing now, but she was still becoming more distant. Moments would happen where we felt like us again, then she would abruptly pull back.
That is when I noticed that my W would never leave her phone out of her sight, and she was on it all the time. It started to stand out in my mind. Much to my shame... I checked her phone when she went to the restroom. It was the first time she had left it alone in weeks. I found a conversation between her and a COW talking about how I was trying to get her to go on a date that night, but she didn’t want to go. Scrolling further up it became apparent there was something going on. They talked about how they weren’t looking for this, it just happened. The conversation was complete with mentions of them missing each other, pet names, etc. I didn’t save a copy at the time… I was too distraught and sick to think straight. I walked down stairs and stood in my kitchen, trying to figure out what I should do.
I decided I needed to confront her. When she came out of the restroom I asked her, point blank, how long the A had been going on. She said she didn’t know what I was talking about. I looked her in the eye, and told her I knew. She looked back at her phone and realized what had happened. She confirmed there was an A with a COW, and that she loved the AP. I asked her if she felt safe talking to me in the house alone, or if she wanted to go somewhere public. She said that she felt safe and then she openly disclosed that she had been having an A for the past 6 months. It started out as an EA with a team member at work that was supportive, and it progressed into a PA the past 3 to 4 months. The PA involved making out, digital stimulation, and oral sex. In addition they started PiV sex twice, but each time supposedly did not go to completion. They stopped after less than 10 seconds. This doesn't make any sense to me. She said that she felt she needed to know if it hurt with him as he had significantly smaller girth. I asked her if she wanted to be with him, or me, and she said that she didn't know what she wanted. FYI, The AP was also married.
I love my wife. I've loved her for a very long time, and this did not change that. I could forgive her this betrayal... But I have deep concerns about rebuilding trust.
I left for the night and came back in the morning. When I did I told her that it was over. That I didn't want to subject her to a long painful path of guilt and suspicion, and I didn't necessarily want to go down that road either and become the guy that is jealous and suspicious of everything. She broke down crying and asked if she had any say in it. She asked if it was her choice to fight for us, no matter how hard the road. She said that she loved me and wanted to be with me. After we talked I told her that I still loved her, and that there was nothing she could ever do to make me stop loving her… but that I didn’t know if the trust could be rebuilt. I told her there were no guarantees and that it wouldn’t be easy. I also told her that I would be willing to try if she agreed to therapy, complete honesty, and she had to choose to end it with him completely and that I wanted to be her first choice. I made it a point to repeatedly state that I was not giving her a guarantee and that I might leave at any time. I think this scared her a bit, and she asked me if I she could have until morning. She wanted to think through everything and tell me honestly that she was choosing me and that she was willing to give it her all. I agreed. The next morning she confirmed that she wanted to be with me and wanted to try and make it work.
As part of telling me that she was committed and wanted to try and heal, she openly admitted that she had a brief conversation with the AP the night I found out and the evening I asked for her decision. The AP was more concerned about himself, and his marriage, and what the ramifications of all this would be. He claimed that he had told his wife and that she had left to go to her parents out of state. My W told him about my ultimatum, but didn’t get much of a response from him. He told her that he was going to chase after his wife, but pending how that went he still wanted to talk with my W. Because of this exchange, I still feel like I might have been a 2nd choice. My wife swears up and down that she had never picked him over me, nor would she have picked him over me if he had given her the option to. I'll never know.
In the next month it turned out that the AP was a total dick. After the incident he vanished for 4 days, and then cold shouldered my wife when he did come back to work. Not in a NC way, but more in a couldn't care less way. All the times he told her he loved her, etc, etc turned out to be crap. He never once checked in to see if she was ok, if she was in danger, if she had been kicked out of the house, nothing. This broke her. She felt used.
He claimed he was looking for another job. So we discussed it and she agreed to NC with the OM as much as was possible while working on a team with him. If there was contact, she would disclose immediately.
Over the next 3 months, there were a couple of breaks in NC. Mainly her trying to get some closure. She was full of hate by the end of the first month. She disclosed them and slowly made progress. We started going to IC and MC. Occasionally he would seek her out and say something completely slimy. The more we saw of his actions, the more we doubted that his wife knew anything. Her social media was covered with flowery comments about her H for his birthday, etc.
In the meantime I had my W read “How to Help Your Partner Heal from Your Affair.” We continued IC and MC. She started to become more and more remorseful and try and connect with me.
Last month two major milestones happened. He put in his notice, and we found out his wife was pregnant via social media. She got pregnant about a month after he supposedly told her about the affair. This was an emotional set back for my W and ramped up her hate for the AP.
All in we are 4 months out from D-Day. He has now left the state and started at another job. For me it still feels like yesterday. My W has been coming out of the fog more and more. She is embarrassed, guilty, and very emotional. She says a lot that she doesn’t know what she was thinking. She almost seems confused. However she has been very open and surrendered all privacy. She still vacillates between self-pity and remorse for what she did. Some days she beats herself up to the point that she can’t really be there for me, and some days she is pure remorse and exactly what I need for healing. She also has a large amount of anger for the AP still and wants to make sure the wife knows. I had tried contacting her a couple of times, but was quickly blocked on social media. Oddly enough, my wife wasn’t.
We are pushing forward down the road of healing but looking back I wonder if I made the right decisions along the way. At first I saw the AP as someone that she needed protection from, as a predator. I hated him more than any one I had ever known. Him continually being a jerk helped reinforce that. As we have come further down the road, my anger has shifted back toward her a bit.
I was a good husband. I didn’t deserve this. I still don’t know how the trust can heal. I never saw this coming. Not from her. Not this level of betrayal.
Edit: Fixed some inaccuracies. Also, see my follow up post below that has more information about the time after D-day.
[This message edited by IdesofAugust at 11:49 AM, December 14th (Wednesday)]