I finally feel ready to try and share my story. Forgive me I find it hard not to interject with hindsight, man I wish I had it then.
Prior to the A, I never considered an outside relationship. I was pretty independent in my marriage as was my BH but never really tempted by anyone else. Overall it had been a good marriage at least on the surface. We have never really fought much, agreed on the big picture things, had a good friendship, and a healthy sex life.
We had what I know now through a lot of counseling, individual and togethera a perpetual gridlock on our emotional connection. Earlier in the marriage I tried telling him I needed him to be more romantic, or that I needed him to tell me how he felt, or that we should discuss/work on our relationship more. I tried to be specific in my requests, I never expected him to read my mind.
Those conversations would be the one area that for some reason would escalate quickly into a fight where I would retreat and feel alone and he would often seem un-phased. He would say things like "why are you looking for something to be wrong?" I kept trying to explain that I am not looking for something to be wrong, I just couldn't help how I felt. After a long time and a history of this I eventually just chalked it up as something to accept and no longer pursued those conversations. That worked for years.
On occasion, when I did ask him why he loved me or when he volunteered it was always about what I did for him or the family. I say these things not to place blame, because I truly do not believe anything he ever did deserved my betrayal but to start kind of a framework of state of mind.
The 18 months prior to the A, our connection was at an all time low but it was almost as if I didn't realize it because on the surface very little had changed. We were tremendously busier than normal during this time, and it had gotten to days without I love you's, and some days the only conversation was me being asked "Why haven't you done this or why haven't you done that" and I was completely overwhelmed. And, basing the fact I felt loved for what I did for people I felt I was failing terribly and felt very alone and unloved. Again, I reiterate, these are not excuses but the circumstances in which my poor coping mechanisms kicked in.
A flirtation began with someone I often traveled with from work. In hindsight, I think this was possibly an exit affair for me but at the time I was in denial about that. Underneath, I wanted to run away, I didn't want to be loved for what I did for people. I also didn't want to keep up the breakneck pace I was at and I think the way I felt valued was to keep pushing myself. I was completely drained and unwilling to keep doing it.
Right before I left for my next business trip, I was trying to have a good quality time day when my husband started in on things that hadn't been done and how he had asked me several times. I was driving at the time and had to pull over because I started crying incoherently and could not stop. This was a breaking point that neither myself or my husband really tried to explore. I just said I have been overwhelmed and needed a good cry and we went on with our day. I am not trying to paint him any certain way, his concerns were valid, I am just being specific on what I was having trouble coping with. Knowing what I know now, I would have handled things a lot differently for certain. I own responsibility here. In IC I learned I had a hard time deciphering my coulds and should and everything was a should. I wanted to execute everything perfectly and so I could feel worthy.
So on the trip, flirtation once again happened, but nothing physical or really all that overt. The one thing that changed was the fueling factor that we started texting after the trip. Like constantly. It was easy for me to just slip into a world of no responsibilities and just laugh and flirt, and become increasingly sexual with the AP. I stopped doing much of anything outside of living in this happy fantasy bubble.
Unlike a lot of stories here, we didn't really complain or talk about our spouses much at all and when we did it was more matter of fact - things we were doing on the weekend or other generalities. In my mind at the time it was a fling because I was in denial - I needed it and deserved it was my justification. It was going to help me get out of my rut. The deadliest factor of all of it - I felt seen and heard. That is what sent it out of control for me.
I was excited the next opportunity I had to be with the AP, and we both knew we were going to cross over to physical as soon as we absolutely could. So over a long business trip, we ended up having sex, going out for dinners, holding hands, and a myriad of other things as if we were in a real relationship.
I came back home and acted as if everything was fine, but I continued to shuck my responsibilities a good deal. My husband wasn't home much so we were at this point really leading parallel lives. This went on for months.
Then AP had a D-Day. I knew if his BW was willing he would commit to trying to work it out. And that is what happened. I got into IC almost immediately and confessed a few weeks after that.
The first two or three months were terrible. Oh how I pined and grieved. Eventually, I started to be thankful he had maintained NC because I knew no matter what I owed it to myself and my BH to try to see if what we could do to salvage our relationship. And I wouldn't have done that on my own, I would have kept going.
I see a lot of people on here talk about not wanting to be a second choice. As screwed up as this may sound after all you just read, my husband was never my second choice. He is a much better man than my AP and a much better fit for me in so many other ways. I had given up hope, given up trying, was in denial about so many things it's not even funny. My poor decisions had escalated that feeling of hopelessness. But when I turned to see what I was about to lose, there is no way anyone else was or is ever going to be my first choice.
He has been unbelievably supportive despite his own pain. It feels we have come to a place where we understand each other on such a deeper level now. We have been working very hard together to be intentional, and I am doing anything I can to help him heal. All of this has and is taking a lot of patience and sometimes we take "a day off" to just go out and have fun together. Often, the day after ends up being very rocky. But, I am not going anywhere, unless he comes to a place that he feels this is a dealbreaker for him I will be there to do whatever I can. And, I now let a lot of coulds go and just focus on the shoulds. It's helped me to have time to develop healthy hobbies and outlets and have time to recharge. I don't know what else to say and this is long enough...