I uncovered an affair my wife had 27 years ago, completely by accident a few days ago. Now it has brought our 34 year marriage into question.
A few years ago, my wife lost her Mother, and went a little crazy. She ended up purchasing a historic church in Wisconsin with the money she got from her Mother's estate. This was against my wishes, and it really upset the relationship to the point where I was considering divorce, but, decided to accept it and continue with the relationship, but, there was damage done when she went and bought property against my wishes, instead of using the money to help our struggling family.
I lost my Dad when he was the age of 58. My Grandfather also died at 58, so I've always told my family to enjoy me while they can, because we expire at 58 in my family. I turned 59 in December, and our oldest daughter organized a birthday cruise for me and the family to celebrate.
We took the cruise out of New Orleans, and an old friend there. We were at dinner talking and my wife, Jane, mentioned having camped on Anacapa island several years back, and meeting an author on the island who ended up writing about her and her friend in the book he was working on.
I suddenly flashed back to that time, and remembered getting an email from someone claiming to be that author who said that Jane had given him a blowjob out on the island. That, he had felt guilty and told his wife, who said he had to contact me and let me know what my wife had been up to.
At the time, I was the webmaster of a site that helped people leave an infamous religious cult, turned sex cult. The people on that site were all sexually and spiritually abused, and I thought it was one of them writing the email as a hoax. At the time, I deleted the email, and didn't even tell Jane I received it, because I thought she might think I took it seriously, and I didn't. I trusted her.
So, we were sitting there in New Orleans, years later, and I began to wonder if she really did blow that author out on the island. It began to eat away at me to the point where, that night, while she was sleeping next to me in the hotel, I downloaded the book to my iPad and read the chapter she was in. It started out where he referred to her as being like one of the Deer Mice on the island, but, by the end, she was this magnificent creature who was caring not only for an elderly sick mother but, a daughter with bipolar disorder. It seemed to escape the author that SOMEBODY was back home taking care of things, that somebody was me.
I began to wonder. If she would buy that church after a begged her not to, and told her I'd divorce her if she did. Would she blow a guy on a island?
We got on the cruise ship, and I kept obsessing, wondering if she gave the author a blowjob on Anacapa island years before. My birthday came, and we had a party with the family, and I thought, perhaps I might get at least one of those blowjobs that she was so fond of giving out. No such luck. She turned over to go to sleep, and I said, "Gee, I guess my birthday is over then?". She said, "I'll make it up to you". I was crushed.
The next day, I'd had enough. I decided to ask her about Anacapa. We were in the bedroom of our stateroom and I layed down so my head was toward the foot of the bed so I could see her face really well, and I told her that I had been holding on to something since we were in New Orleans, and I needed to talk about it.
I told her about the email, and she seemed legitimately stunned, and absolutely denied that anything had happened between her and the author.
I told her I was relieved, and that I believed her, and that I never thought the email was authentic. It came from a gmail account, and was porly written. I was sure it came from one of the cult members who was trying to cause trouble.
Then, I said something that would change my life forever....
I said, "Jane, I'm in the Convention Business, which is an excuse for people to go out of town and cheat on their husbands and wives. I just want you to know that over all those nights out of town on conventions, I never cheated on you. Never, not once".
She said, "Thank you", and looked back at her iPad.
Not, "thank you, I have't ever cheated either". Just "Thank you".
I sat back and thought, "Holy shit! maybe she didn't blow that guy on Anacapa, but, there is something".
Days went by on the ship, and I stewed in it. Finally, I asked her to come out on the balcony of the stateroom and told her that I needed to clear the air about something. I brought up the conversation from a few days before and asked her why she didn't respond to my declaration of never cheating with one of her own. She asked, "Do you really want to get into this here?". I said, "Yes".
She told me that back in 1991, when we had been married about eight years, she had an affair.
I asked her who it was with. She said, "Alex". I said, "Alex, your horse trainer for the Tevis Cup Race?", she said yes, it was that Alex.
I asked how long it lasted. She said "A year". I was crushed. I hoped maybe it was a drunken one night stand, but, no, she had a real affair for a year with somebody I knew and trusted.
I asked her why she did it. She said that I had become involved in online computing in the very early days in the 80s and 90s. I was running a Computer Bulletin Board System out of our home. I would come home after work and work on that for four to six hours a night, and she felt ignored. I was not providing her with the attention she craved, so she went and got it someplace else.
I asked her if she ever did anything like that again, and she said she had not.
I was totally confused by the entire story. I never once suspected anything was going on at the Endurance rides. They were hard work. Racing on horseback 25-100 miles in 24 hours. How in the hell did she find the energy to fuck this guy in that environment?
And, the guy. He was a desert rat type. Dirty. Long hair. Rotten teeth, that she once called me and asked if we could get one of them fixed on our credit card because he was in pain, and I agreed to it. He was older than both of us. Lived in a trailer in a hot, dusty town out in the desert.
I, on the other hand, was a successful businessman. I took a shower every day. Paid the bills. Was good to her and the kids. We owned a ranch stye home in the foothills above Los Angeles. We drove new cars, went on expensive family vacations.
What the fuck?
All of this happened around Christmas. Today is the first day after the New Years weekend, so we haven't been able to line up a Therapist. We should start in that this week, and begin sorting this out. I am just stunned. At first all I wanted to do was file for divorce, but, now I want to stick around at least for a while to try and understand exactly what happened here.
[This message edited by sundeco at 8:06 AM, January 2nd (Tuesday)]