My story is exactly like so many others that I have read here, and yet it is also unique to me. I'm guessing that most of you can probably relate to that.
It is a very long story, but it is time for me to get it out of my system. So here goes . . .
The first D-Day occurred back in March. My husband was out of town and while cleaning I found his old cell phone with the cracked screen. I opened it out of curiosity and made the worst possible discovery. Selfies that another woman had taken in various states of undress. The farther down I scrolled, the worse they got. At the end was a video. She was using a vibrator on herself and she called out his name. That was when I knew he wasn't just looking at porn or exchanging pictures; he was cheating. When I confronted him he immediately admitted that he had cheated on me with the woman (did I mention that her face does not appear in any of the pictures or video, so I have to take his word on who she is?). He had met her through work, but she lives in a completely different town. They don't work together, but they are in the same kind of business. Anyway . . . he told me that they met five years ago, immediately started flirting and before long she was sending him racy text messages. The next time he saw her (three months later) they had sex in his hotel room while he was at a conference. He said the texts and pictures continued for awhile, but a few months later they got together at the next conference and decided that it had been a mistake and to just be friends and colleagues. Obviously, I was devastated. No marriage is perfect, but I was in no way prepared to discover that he was capable of such a thing. I cried a thousand tears, asked a million questions, and made an endless stream of demands. He seemed genuinely remorseful and even made me start to feel sorry for him when he revealed that he had been sexually abused for several years by a family member. We immediately started couples therapy and he started seeing a therapist by himself, as well. He answered most of my questions although I was constantly frustrated by the "I don't know" and "I don't remember" answers. He stopped drinking completely and even though we decided not to tell anyone in our family or friend group what had happened, he did call my sister and brother-in-law and personally apologize for some of his past behavior towards them. All steps in the right direction. I was still struggling every single day to make sense of this, but at least I had hope that we could get through it.
And then there was D-Day #2. After 3 months of some progress I still had the need to ask questions and piece together the whole story. My intuition told me that he wasn't telling me everything, so I started to snoop around. I wish I had done it sooner because I'm sure I would have found more, but as it was, I found something pretty damning. It was a receipt for $250 diamond earrings purchased by him in February -- just three weeks before D-Day #1. I do not, and never have worn earrings. When presented with the evidence he had the nerve to lie right to my face and tell me he knew nothing about it, even though it was an online receipt with his name and his work address on it. I cannot even describe the depths of my anger and humiliation. And now I got Story #2. It started four years ago, not five. The whole thing marinated for about a year, not just a few months, before it got physical. And it hadn't been a one-night thing. It had lasted well over a year. They had sex multiple times, whenever they were at a conference together. She had ended it after a year, but occasionally he would contact her and try to initiate another meeting because he was interested in continuing. For the sex. Only sex. He assured me that it was never more than that. She was also married with children and neither of them was interested in ruining their home lives; they both just happened to enjoy kinky sex that they weren't getting at home with their spouses. The diamond earrings were just another attempt at getting her to meet him again, but it hadn't worked and he hadn't seen or talked to her in over a year. This time he swore he had finally told me everything. It was all on the table, and he actually felt relieved that he no longer had to hide it.
And so, after several months of getting used to one story and starting to feel like I was making healthy progress, I had to start all over again. I knew from everything I had read that it is very common for cheaters to not admit to everything the first time around, but it doesn't make it any easier to learn that the person you love most in the whole world is an even bigger liar and deceiver than you thought. There were so many days I just wanted to get in the car and drive away. Or dig a hole and jump in it. I hated him and I hated her and to a certain extent I hated myself. How could I be so stupid? So gullible? So naïve? How could he do this to me after so much time together? How could he betray me when all I had ever done was love and support him? I'm not saying I'm a perfect wife, but I did not deserve this. And no matter what I did, I just could not wrap my brain around any of this.
Did I mention that we have four kids? Ages 8 through 15, and I'm going to freely admit at this point that they were truly the only reason I was still with him. I love him and I want my marriage to work, but in the end, it was my kids that were keeping me with him. He's a good father and I knew that leaving him would be very damaging for them. For their sake, I wanted to see if we could figure things out. So for the next two months or so we continued to work on things. There were more bad days than good for me, but I kept plugging away. Trying to be strong. Trying to fix what was broken. Trying to accept and move on.
Now let me add here that in the middle of this we also sold our house, moved into our camper for two months, and then moved to a new town in a new state. This has been stress heaped on top of stress for me. Originally I saw the move as a good thing -- a new start, far away from the OW, and closer to my family and friends. But now I am in a new town with no friends and no job. And just yesterday . . . .
D-Day #3. I went to his new office because I was going to use his computer to apply for a new job. He wasn't in his office, so I sat down at his desk to wait. And because my suspicions and paranoia have not gone away for even a second, I started poking around his desk drawers. It took me all of 20 seconds to find what I feared the most. A phone that I had never seen before and a Valentines Day Card that said "With All My Love". Do I even need to say any more? I wasn't surprised at all, but definitely angry. After all his words of love and remorse, all his promises and all the so-called progress we had been making. He had been lying to entire time. So now I can't even be sure that the new story is the truth because I've been fed so many lies. Lies wrapped in more lies and covered with more lies. A mountain of lies. An endless sea of lies and betrayal that stretches as far as I can see. And I can't see past it and I don't know what to do.
The new version of the story is that the affair never really ended. She bought him the phone because he was scared of getting caught with his regular phone (apparently he had accidentally sent a text to me that was meant for her and although he was able to cover it up they both decided he needed a separate phone). He's had it for over a year and even after I found those pictures and he admitted to the affair, he just couldn't give up that phone. And so this whole time they've continued to text and talk and while he claims that they haven't been together in over a year, it doesn't really matter because that phone is all the proof I need that he wasn't fully invested in reconciliation or the truth. He's been feeding me all kinds of bullshit, like she threatened to expose him to his friends and coworkers or get him in trouble at work, but that doesn't explain keeping a Valentines Day card hidden in his desk at work. It certainly doesn't explain not cutting off all contact as soon as we had moved out of state and there was very little threat to his career. And it doesn't explain physically tearing the phone out of my hands and then smashing it to bits so that I would have no chance of ever seeing what was on it. It must have been pretty bad is all I can say. He says that he didn't want me to see the texts where he tells her he loves her (but only because it was what she wanted to hear) or where she declares that she can't live without him. And I'll never know if that was it or if there was more. I will truly never know the truth because he's lied so often that I can't ever believe a single word he says ever again.
So here I am. Emotionally drained. Tired of seeing him cry, with no remorse left for his sob story of childhood pain and abuse. Angry and sad, but in a very muted way because I've been down this road so many times before and I am SO over it. I need to protect my kids and that is my one and only priority at this moment, but I don't know the best way to do it. I've already moved them away from their home and friends. Tearing them away from their dad would be devastating. And we're the new people in a super tiny town. Everyone would know in a second and the scandal would be horrendous. Those are excuses, I know. I should leave or kick him out. I should file for divorce this very second. But I am emotionally and physically drained. I barely have the energy to get out of bed let alone make life altering decisions. I really wish someone would come and take over my decision-making. Actually, I wish someone would wake me up and tell me it was all a horrible nightmare. This just cannot be my life. How did I get here?