Hello CBM, a few random thoughts:
First, keep in mind that you're only 5 months out from dday, and there has been some additional revelation, sort of a TT process, since then. I think in your case you ought to give yourself plenty of time before making any major decisions, at least the kind that could be irrevocable. Time does heal some types of wounds.
Second, let's talk a bit about your thesis that your WW didn't have desire for you back in the day, when your relationship was young.
My wife and I met in January 2004, 15 years ago, in college. I was shy and always had my head down and headphones on, but she started talking to me before a class we had together. We became friends, and pretty quickly, if not immediately, I developed a crush on her. She never developed a crush on me.
Never? She did in fact start having sex with you, lots of it, she moved across the country to be with you, she married you, and she had your children. Those are all pretty strong statements of desire where I come from. It may be more accurate to say she didn't develop a crush on you as quickly as you did on her.
She continued casually hooking up with guys while we grew closer as friends….as soon as I got back she told me how she hooked up with this douchebag guy she shared a class with. She first lied (notice another trend?) and minimized what happened, but then let it slip that they actually performed oral on each other.
From other comments in both of your threads, my impression is that she hasn't had sex with that many guys. Like 5 or fewer in total. Forgive me if I'm wrong, but in my book that's a pretty small number. Not nearly enough to support "continued casually hooking up with guys."
It felt like being cheated on back then, even though we weren't formally together.
Can you understand how that feeling was completely unwarranted and out-of-line? That is borderline stalker sentiment. You had no express agreement with her at that point. She was a single young woman doing what single young women do at that stage of life. One reason women keep things casual and hook up is to avoid getting entangled with an asshole or an abuser. It's a legitimate strategy of self-preservation while exploring one's envelope of emotional and sexual feelings.
I gave her an ultimatum, that I couldn't just be friends with her, that I needed an exclusive dating relationship with her or I couldn't remain friends. She at first told me no, that she wasn't ready to commit to dating, but then changed her mind about a week later. We became a couple.
Our relationship was born with me feeling rejected and then pitied, and her feeling unready to commit and without ever having had a crush or sexual attraction for me. I should have never moved forward with dating her, but I was in love with her and I wanted to be the guy who got the girl, for once. Everything about how we got together was a huge red flag and it bothers me to this day.
IMO, if anybody was seeing a red flag at that point, it was her. You were frustrated with the fact that you were a homebody who wasn't getting yourself out there to experience some of the thrills that other young people were experiencing, and you were externalizing this onto her, forcing her to a Hobson's Choice before she was ready to make it.
What is noteworthy to me is that she said "yes". Many women would have run screaming from your jealousy and insecurity. The only possible reason for a "yes" from her is that she recognized inner qualities within you that she knew in her heart of hearts she wanted to be with, for life. I can't think, honestly, of a greater statement of desire.
But instead, I jumped in and we dated and things were great. Our sex life was great. Our connection was great.…We ended up dating long distance for a year and we remained madly in love… wild sex once a month or so when we saw each other. It was like an affair.
Remind me again about the part where she never had desire for you in the early days.
She immediately takes the opportunity to leave the night club with her AP and go to fuck him, without even thinking about me or feeling any guilt. Pure selfishness. He was the opposite of me, and she treated him the opposite of how she treated me. She had a huge crush on him, and was a willing participant in sex as soon as it was presented. She finally gets caught by me, but lies her way out of it and greatly minimized what happened.
Completely shitty thing to do. No argument from anybody about that.
I was incredibly co-dependent back then and bought her lies, because I wanted to believe it. Mostly, I was terrified of being single and starting over. I regret how I acted back then enormously. I had a chance to push, to find the truth, and to leave her when there wasn't much to walk away from, but I took the easy way out, put on blindfolds and covered my ears. Fuck me, I hate that I did that.
Would-a, should-a, could-a. You didn't do those things. You made choices that had consequences. Life is linear. You can't return to that moment for a do-over. More on that below.
After the affair, while we're engaged, she goes on a trip to England with a friend and spends a day on a "date" with a random dude who hit on her while walking around town….This is how she acted as my fiancée, and after taking part in her affair and claiming she could never do something like that again. She truly had no respect for me at all. She welcome any and all attention from any male that gave it to her.
That incident, in a vacuum, is akin to something many married people experience, the playing with fire, getting a bit too close to the flame, but withdrawing before any actual sex happens. You did it too, while married, and you took yours farther than she did. Saying that "she truly had no respect for me at all" is a bit of hyperbole.
Sometime around this same time, she also has a heart-to-heart about cheating on me with another guy…. She shared with him the truth of what she did, which she hid from me for my whole life.
I'm stopping you here because "for my whole life" is factually inaccurate. In fact, she did confess to you, which is why we are here. I realize it is years later, but I'm highlighting it because you have yourself worked up into a froth and a frenzy and in doing so you're giving yourself license to create untruths that are worse than the reality. You're boxing at shadows.
This asshole was in attendance at my wedding. That kills me.
Now THIS is a truly shitty fact. For some reason, of all of the facts of your thread, this to me is the shittiest. People at your wedding, knowing that she cheated, and not saying anything, a circumstance that she created. And the guy she had a crush on from her workout group as well. That was indeed the time period where she was acting the worst toward you. As an outsider looking in, I see a commitment-phobe whose phobia of commitment was a screaming demon on her shoulder trying to keep her from taking the plunge, even though her heart was guiding her toward marriage and family with you.
If it were me, it would be a factor in how I treated anniversaries on a going forward basis. If you guys R, perhaps you consider renewing vows, including express reference to this, and use the renewal date as year 1 of your anniversary chain going forward.
She has admitted to me she had a crush on him and she felt embarrassed by it, but swears that nothing physical with him ever happened. She has passed a poly, but I still have my doubts.
Lots of married people form temporary crushes, during marriage. I'm not sure why you doubt her on this.
This all happens BEFORE we're even married. I had the most wayward of girlfriends, and I was oblivious to almost all of it. She hid 95% of it from me.
What's clear to me now is that she had no passion for me in the early stages of our relationship.….She acted like she was single every chance she got. She flirted, she indulged, she had an affair, she had another near-affair, she had inappropriate conversations, had crushes, put herself in inappropriate situations, etc. That is who she was.
The part you're not mentioning, of course, is that you were together as a couple during this time, presumably having sex, and taking all of the steps toward getting married and having a family. She was an attractive young woman who was outgoing and social. I sincerely doubt that she "acted like she was single every chance she got." For a young woman like that, life is a gushing firehose of opportunities to "act single". Literally walking down the street presents dozens of such opportunities.
What I see as an outside observer is that your WW was commitment-phobic at that stage. I knew a woman like her back in the day. Beautiful, athletic, bubbly personality. Every man wanted to be in her trousers. She was quite the libertine who freely engaged in sex with a wide variety of men, at whim, depending on what kind of male attention she fancied at the moment: a college athlete, a wealthy businessman, a brooding artist, etc. I was one of her ponies and I can tell you that she had the ability, while with me, to make me feel as if I was her favorite. She was express on the point that she would not be exclusive with anybody, and it was a time in my life where I was busy, so I was okay with the occasional favors I enjoyed in her bed from time to time.
There was a man who did truly love her and wanted to marry her. I wasn't aware of him, but I learned of him when I was visiting her in another town where she was staying in a hotel for a work-related seminar. I was her hotel fun, and one evening she invited another guy in for a MMF threesome. The next morning her room phone rang (this was before the day and age of cell phones) and it was a man calling. He was surprised when I answered.
A few months later I met the man in person. Let's call him "Mark". Mark was a prince of a man and I could tell he genuinely loved her. I was spending a weekend at her place while she was out of town, and I came down with a terrible flu. Mark came by and brought me homemade chicken soup. We had a heart-to-heart about her. Later, when she returned, I asked her why she would not commit and settle down and marry him. Turns out she had some trauma around the idea of marriage and commitment from stuff in her FOO. She turned away from her true love, to other men like me, as a way of avoiding facing her fear of commitment.
After that conversation, they did get married and build a family. That was probably about 30 years ago. They're still happily married to this day.
I always hated and resented my wife for the hookup that happened right when I thought we were getting together, and I always harbored a lot of pain and anger around "the kiss" with her AP that she lied to me about for 12 years….My wife can do all the work in the world, but none of it will change that she was a gigantic piece of shit back then, and that our relationship is built on a whole lot of negative emotions for me. Rejection. Lack of passion. Cheating. Humiliation. Emasculation.
Hate. Such a strong word. If you truly hate your wife, then I suppose you need to leave her. But I would suggest, as I said above, that you give yourself time, maybe a year, to process this before you make decisions that will irrevocably affect your children and family.
My impression, as an outside observer, is that at least part of what you actually hate is yourself, your decision back in your younger years to be a homebody, to not go out there and be social and have some casual trysts, and that you are externalizing that onto your WW. I would remind you that your WW didn't make those choices for you. That's on you. Frustration and anger with self, that is the hardest thing to deal with. I think this may be part of why you are stuck in this feedback loop.
As you work your way through it, let me offer you a bit of context. I know you are sick of people telling you how "good" you have it in your marriage. But I'm a metaphor guy so I'll offer up a metaphor. Right now, your WW is dishing up bacon-wrapped tenderloin to you on a fairly regular basis. I could fill the University of Michigan football stadium (the "Big House") with married men who have experienced zero infidelity but who would give their left testicle for even one helping of bacon-wrapped tenderloin voluntarily served up by their wife. So many married men make do with a few stringy bites of dry cube steak, grudgingly shared once or twice a month.
You're frustrated because you never tasted the White Castle sliders in your youth, whereas your wife not only tasted the slider, but continued to indulge in a few, secretly on the side, even while you were engaged.
So I'll share my personal experience, because I was exactly you with my first long term relationship. I had a woman who also served me the bacon-wrapped tenderloin, and I was also relatively inexperienced and felt some frustration about never having tasted the sliders. My ex made my choice for me by cheating on me years into our relationship, and then dumping me for her AP.
As an aside, I'm white, my ex was black, and the AP was not only black, he was a gynecologist who grew up in France. Yes, I was dumped for a black French gynecologist. You can't make that up. Since then, most of the women I dated were black, and my current wife is black. This means that in every case, almost all of the other men any of my women have been with are black. So I've had that experience of comparing myself sexually to black guys, times a million. There's no "there there". Black guys are just human men. Nothing exotic about them. Same with black women. I find them visually attractive, but once you get to know them, they're just human women.
But I digress. Where I was going is this: I had the do-over that you are contemplating. When my ex dumped me, I was late 20's, confident, established. I went out there and had some sliders. I won't lie. They are greasy and salty and decadently good. But the fact is, they are sliders. You can't sustain life on them, and eating them leads to heartburn, obesity, diabetes. I enjoyed them, but I had no alternative at the time.
It didn't take long before I didn't enjoy them. The bullshit you have to go through as a man to get them is not worth it. All of the hours in bars and parties, buying drinks for women, flirting down dead ends, multiple rejections, etc. It's different for men than women. As I said above, for a pretty woman, life is a smorgasbord of sexual options, a gushing firehose of offers. Most women are beleaguered by offers from men, to the point where they must devote considerable energy fending them off. It's the opposite for men. Men must invest energy into peacocking to get attention. You must do it in the presence of other men, also peacocking. It's humiliating. To be a man like your WW's AP means, in the end, sacrificing your dignity and self esteem; the occasional casual sex you might get is hardly a palliative. How much respect do you think he enjoys in the world in his place as a baby daddy and semi-unemployed loser? What do you think he sees when he looks in the mirror in the morning? What do you think he will see there at age 50, or 60?
Here's the other thing. Most of the time, a woman who hooks up like that is doing it to flee something. She's not looking for the man she's with. She's looking to escape a demon. As the man, you realize this. You're not really a man to her. You're a proxy. In my case, initially after being dumped, this was better than nothing, but I need to be clear that its primary benefit was anesthetic, not sexual. Eventually, as I learned the rhythm and how to figure out who might be willing to give up the punani without too much investment, I realized that was never going to lead to a relationship. I didn't want to wake up without love or family at age 60. I'm a family guy. My soul longs for that permanent connection. I stopped sex altogether, for like a year, and focused on myself. It was then that I met my wife.
I'm telling you that because if you decide to walk away from what sounds like a pretty good marriage, you need to know what you're getting after you leave it. I can almost guaranty that, two years later, you'll regret the decision. Your WW isn't dumping you. She is still serving up the tenderloin. If you leave, there's no guarantee she'll be willing to serve it to you again if/when you ever come back. It's more likely she will meet someone else and move on.
Meanwhile, you'll be out there on your own. It's rough out there. If you leave your marriage, I can promise you that you will wake up one morning in your apartment, alone, and look at yourself in the mirror, and wonder what the fuck you were thinking when you walked away.
[This message edited by Butforthegrace at 1:12 PM, March 16th (Saturday)]