New here so please take it easy on me. I’ve been married for 11 years. I’m just about 40. I’ve known my husband for 20 years. We hung out in the same crowd in our early 20’s and eventually started dating. He joined to military and we got engaged. I left my hometown and traveled the United States with him for 9 years. Things were hard at times, we have had our troubles like any other couple but we carried through. We have 3 boys and as you can imagine with his work demands, he wasn’t home much. I stopped working to be home with our boys. He’ spent close to 5 years out of our entire relationship (including dating) in Iraq/Afghan. We made it through all those deployments... I never thought we’d end up here.
About 3 years ago, my husband decided that he wanted out of the military and we came back to our hometown. Bought a house....started spending time with our old crew of friends that we’ve known our entire lives. (We had the same group of friends for years before we started dating but we were just acquaintances.) All of our kids got along, coming back seemed perfect. Only it wasn’t.
Something happened when we moved back. I’m not sure if my husband was always distant with me (sexually he seemed to have little desire but that has been a consistent in our marriage and a struggle within him, while I’ve always been the opposite). Maybe the emotional distance may not have been noticed on my end bc he wasn’t around much so I had lower expectations. I’m not sure but I got into the routine and pattern of doing everything. Kids, house chores, schedules, homework, house repairs, yard maintenance, cooking, cleaning... everything. But when we moved back, he was civilian and worked better hours and was actually home. He was now available to help me with everything and he just didn’t. I do think he was a bit PTSD but more because he left the military and missed the comradery, not because of war trauma but I could be wrong. We did counseling for hot second but discontinued. It wasn’t helpful.
I tried for a year to communicate my need for assistance bc juggling the boys and everything else was challenging. We hadn’t been intimate in years. I expressed that need and desire as well. It fell on deaf ears. I continued along for another year almost drone like. Going through motions. Trying to be seen, heard, appreciated, sexy for him, noticed, asking for his help around the house. I lost weight because I thought maybe he just wasnt attracted to me. I suggested we watch porn together because I knew he liked it. I eventually just gave up outwardly trying in order to avoid feeling rejected. But rejected was exactly how I felt. I interpreted his lack of response to anything as a reflection of his feelings for me.
When we had an opportunity to have sex (if we had the house to ourselves or went away for a night) i wouldn’t try for physical intimacy for fear of rejection but then be so upset later that he didn’t try. I’d wake up before him sometimes and lay in a sexy pose on the bed waiting for him to wake up and hope he’d see me and want me. And if he didnt then I felt rejected then too. And then I’d feel ridiculous for laying half naked freezing without a blanket in hopes he’d wake up and be turned on! Even though I was no longer putting myself out there verbally asking for intimacy, I was still subtely trying to ask for it. It was maddening. I realize now that I was setting myself up for rejection but at the time I thought I was inviting him in. The subtlety I guess was really just for myself. Not that I was ever fooled. His response to my verbal advances were always sweet but he’d turn me down gently.
Anyhow... We live on a lake and we’d have our friends visit frequently on the weekends. Kids would play all day and swim, camp fires by night, drinks post kid bed times. It was a distraction for me and my unhappiness but it wasn’t enough.
Last spring, after begging my husband to get help again, asking what I could do to make him love me, want me, asking him if I was crazy for feeling so disconnected, he begged me to give him time and not give up on him. He promised he’d work on it. I suggested counseling he said we couldn’t afford it. I gave him time. I waited. I kept up my ‘subtle’ routines. By the end of July with no changes I was no longer hallow. I was resentful. I asked for a divorce. He told me we couldn’t afford it. I knew I needed to set myself up to be on my own because I had not worked since our first was born. I got a job. Planned to save up to leave.
Fast forward a month and one weekend with our friends, our mutual friend that he’s known since 16 and I since my 20’s, made a pass at me. He’s married as well and I was friends with his wife, though she didn’t come around until our 30’s and since I was traveling w my H, I never really got to know her until we moved back. We were still close but I would say that I’ve always been closer to him, platonically until then.
I not only accepted his advances but I embraced them. It felt amazing to be seen by someone. It felt amazing to be touched by someone after nothing for 2 years. He told me I was beautiful. Toldme he knew I was unhappy. And knew why. He couldn’t believe my H could ignore me the he did. (They were best friends since they were teenagers. He was the best man in our wedding.). We carried on our affair for 3 months. We made plans to leave our marriages. We fell in love and fell fast. Or at least I did. He could have been lying all the time.
Connecting with him was like feeling a power surge run through me. He said all the right things. Did all the right things. I trusted him. I know (knew?) him and his heart and he’s a wonderful person. Thinking of a future with him brightened all my dark days. We looked at places, texted every day. Snuck away when we could. And when we couldn’t, we relied on the emotional affair aspect and texted or talked. We new we had to gracefully exit our current marriages bc we both loved our spouses as people and didn’t want to spare them of our A. Weanned to keep it quiet until we just ‘randomly’ started dating. Ridiculous I know... now. I cannot I believed it would ever work out. I’m an educated woman and how I could go into this dream world... ugh.
I did ask for a divorce again right after AP and I had our first encounter and told him it was a non negotiable because I couldn’t be in the marriage anymore. He said fine. The plan was to make it until the end of the school year for our kids. He handled it well this time. I continued myself up to leave. I was leaving with or without my AP.
But, eventually, my AP got caught. His phone was went through. It was the end of dream life as we knew it. I told my husband as well. This was 2 months after we took off our rings. He handled it well considering. He seemed (still seems) more hurt by AP than me. I interpreted that as he really didn’t want a future with me but for me it was neither here nor there because I was leaving no matter what.
I thought there was a future with my AP. I thought we were in love. I had never stepped out before this.all those deployments. All those separations. Never. And I thought that bc AP and I had known each other our whole lives that this was just a force that was stronger than us. That it was fate to bring us together. It didn’t matter that I was hurting his wife bc she really didn’t seem interested in him. I saw it and he told me. Boy do I feel so stupid now.
My AP ended our relationship and cut me out of his life. His wife confronted me several times saying she needed answers. I tried to give them as best and honestly as i could to her bc I fshe deserved that of me. I care for her and am shocked at myself and the betraya I’ve l committed. I owed her a sincere apology. And i was sorry to hurt her but I wasn’t sorry that I fell in love. She knew DH and I struggled the last year especially. I often wonder now if she had told AP things I told her. Who knows.
It was a mess. One minute she would yell at me and the next she’d tell me how great her sex now was. Meanwhile my husband would not even talk to me or look at me. Our other friends all cut me out as well. I thought about ending my life but fortunately checked myself into a psychiatric hospital instead. I have a history of depression but had never experienced anything of this magnitude before. I felt much better after a week inpatient there and then I did outpatient for a month and stayed with my parents.
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Part of my healing process was to say good bye to my AP and his wife, writing them letters to apologize one last time and explaining that it would be my last ‘I’m sorry’ that I was moving forward. Inside though I still yearned for my AP but I knew that if I really loved him that I needed to let him go bc that’s what he wanted. That’s what he asked me to do.
It’s been 5 months since i said my goodbye. He’s blocked me on all social media. My phone number. I blocked his wife. My kids still ask about them and their children. I just told them last weekend that they moved. My other friends still want nothing to do with me and seem to blame me for it all bc my AP seems to have no repercussions... which makes me angry and confused but then I feel like it’s justifyed bc I’m home wrecker... but isn’t he too? I don’t know. I circle. I ruminate.
My husband has told me he wants to work it out. That he knows he’s responsible too. That he still loves me. He wants no affair details. He doesn’t ever want to see his best friend ( ap) again. I felt like I should try and work on it bc of all we have, the kids, everything. Im working. I’m back in school finishing my masters. We’ve been trying for 3 months. I’m working as hard as I can on us, my kids and making time for myself too.
I’m trying so hard but yet I still ruminate over my AP. I still love him. I dream about him every night. I hate him sometimes too. I’m trying to make everything right in my head but I’m still so cloudy. Conflicted. I want to make my husband happy and my children happy by staying but what if I never stop loving my AP?
My H is really trying. He’s doing his best to be intimate with me. And I’m so appreciative that he’s trying, that he forgives me. He’s happy, my kids are happy. Things I suppose are going as good as they could but I don’t know that I’ll ever be able to fully give my heart back. But as long as he’s trying, I plan to as well. I don’t ever want to hurt him. I never did.
I’m in therapy but currently taking a break as I’m waiting for our new insurance to kick in. Meanwhile, I’m keeping busy to not ruminate over AP. I’m painting, doing guided meditation, exercising, working on projects around our fixer upper house, my school work and all the boys schedules. It’s good that I’m busy. But when I’m not, I still feel so lonely and wonder about AP. And miss him.
Will this go away? What if my husband stops trying? Physical intimacy is still a struggle. Do I just accept that it always will be? Ugh. Please kindly advise. I remain pretty fragile.