My wife and I have been married 35 years. We dated several years before that. She was a virgin. We were high school sweethearts. Married after she got out of high school. Two kids. Great marriage, we were a team, she was my rock, she was my world. She still is my world. From the time we started dating until today, anytime we're in the car we're holding hands. In the last 35 years of marriage there have only been two or three nights that we did not sleep together. We have snuggled in together every single night. We owned businesses, and had two locations. She operated one I operated the other. We both worked six days a week from 9 to 5:30.
A few days ago, I found out she had an affair about 20 years ago. She would meet this fellow at a motel during the day. It happened five different times over an eight month period. He came into her store as a customer. He was handsome, and I guess he was a predator. He liked what he saw and pursued her. I have had questions about him for the last 20 years, and her answers just did not make sense. The other day I wrote her a letter telling her my concerns and I want crystal clear clarity so that I could get some peace. She wrote me a note back confessing that she did indeed have an affair. She is very remorseful, very sorry, very sad, she has answered all of my questions. She has given me every detail that I have asked for. All of this has put me in a deep dark hole. I feel less than zero, I feel bankrupt, I feel hollow, I have thought a lot about suicide. I never knew, I never had any indication, we slept together every night, we had sex on a regular basis, she always seemed to love me.
I have had to compartmentalize this in order to deal with it. The first compartment is that I feel responsible, it is the animal department. I was the lion she was my lioness, if you ever watch documentaries about lions, the lion lays under a shade tree wagging his tail watching his lioness. When another lion sneaks through the tall grass wanting to mate with his lioness, the lion jumps up and runs him off. I was not there to run him off, I would have, I could have stopped it, I should have prevented it, my wife was like a rabbit in a cage, she was trapped, she was at work and could not leave. This other lion came in winking blinking, and they ended up in a motel.
The second part that has helped me is, I have an adult son, he is sort of a man whore! He has fooled around with married women, and I've made jokes, boy you're going to get shot! I have to relate this other fellow to my son, he's just like him, just get what he wants and doesn't matter what anybody else thinks. These married women that my son has fooled wit, really meant nothing to him they were just a quickie or whatever. The married women also did not want anything from my son, it was just sex. I see that when it's someone else.
I know that my wife really loves me, and she has always loved me. I guess this guy was just a boy toy. That's the only way I can deal with it.
The thought of him touching her sweating on her makes me want to vomit. She says he never took her to dinner, he never took her out on a date, he would come by her store and they talked, and she would call him and talk, and they would meet and ride around and talk for short periods of time, somehow it lead to them going to motels on five different occasions. She says it meant nothing, she says the sex wasn't that great, she says she must have been crazy, or going through something, she does not know why or how it happened, she says she loves me and always have, and I believe it.
When I shut my eyes, I'm seeing all sorts of porn like visions of her and him. As long as I look at her and realize this happened 20 years ago, and as long as she hugs me, as long as she tells me she loves me, I am OK. But when I shut my eyes it is a living hell I am in.
I am going to make this work, I simply have to get over it, I have to deal with it, I have to put it behind me, or it will eat me up. I love this woman with all my heart, she is my everything, she is my universe. I could leave, but what good would that do? I keep telling myself I should have been watching, it was just a little skin, our relationship is bigger than his penis!