My wife and I have been married 16 years. The last 7 or so have been sexless, due in part to her medical issues (cancer, hysterectomy, other problems). We have slept in separate bedrooms for a decade, initially because of snoring and wildly different circadian rhythms. We also have an imbalance in terms of earning -- I'm the primary breadwinner and she's been a SAHM turned dabbler in consulting turned real estate agent.
This has taken a toll on our relationship. Our communication patterns haven't always been great, especially around money as she tends to run up credit cards. We've had some contempt and tension build up through the years -- but in general, we always at least seemed like we were on the same team. We still enjoyed each other most of the time and were friends. We kind of settled into the roommate, co-parenting arrangement. It wasn't ideal, but I decided that I could tolerate the lack of intimacy in exchange for at least daily involvement with my kids, who are now teens.
Over the summer, she asked to go to marriage counseling, which is something we should have done a long time ago. I agreed. We kicked off the first session in September by each telling the counselor we wanted to make the marriage work. Most of the few sessions focused on our conflicted approach to parenting -- she liked to complain about bed behavior and lecture the kids when they made a mistake and I preferred to just address offenses with appropriate consequences and move on. The counselor was helpful in getting us on the same page there... but then she started to get into the obvious lack of connection and intimacy between us.
Then at the end of October, her behavior shifted dramatically. She began a liquid diet and shed weight. She began making a big deal out of the fact that she was going to leave the house every day (I work at home). She was making it a point to be busy building her real estate business and other activities like horseback riding, piano lessons, volunteer work, etc. Things that basically had her out of the house from 9-7 or 8 every night. While I've always sort of been the default parent, that took on a whole new level since she was literally never around -- I was working full time, shuttling kids to activities, making dinners -- that she wasn't eating because of either her diet or she wasn't home. She was literally keeping a different schedule, eating different food, making a whole new independent life for herself, including new friends that I wasn't being introduced to.
Meanwhile, she was working a lot on her web site for her real estate business. I have long thought she spent WAY too much time on that, but it got even worse. Her web designer lives 2 hours away and she's known him for 25 years. I knew he had blatantly propositioned her about a decade ago because she told me, but whatever, I was secure in my marriage then. She announced she was going to get together with him -- hadn't seen him in years. Me, still in the trusting mode, said, go, have fun.
But the day she left, she came down dressed to the nines -- more care in her appearance than I have seen her do for me in years (later I found out she had spend hundreds on makeup and hair). She was vague about when she would return -- saying only that it would be late. She was late to respond to texts, especially when the kids asked me when she would return. Ultimately, she got home at 2:30 a.m. and didn't even text me to let me know she was departing.
For the first, time, my suspicions were really aroused so I started looking at the phone records. There, I found hundreds of calls, some of which lasted 3 hours. This couldn't be all web design business. The kicker: She was on the phone with him the entire drive home that night. And the next morning, while I took one child to a day-long school event, they spoke for 3 hours.
So, I raised how threatened I was about this in marriage therapy. And for the first time I announced I was frustrated about our sexless marriage and wanted to work on this intimacy. After all, she was the one who has suggested marriage therapy. She reacted badly, announcing she needed to go back to her individual therapist. She basically shut the whole conversation down. She also announced she was offended that I didn't trust her and that OM was an older friend than I, and how dare I suggest anything happened.
Now, at this stage, I'm obviously triggered, but I cannot prove anything and I figured we would continue to work on this in therapy.
Then the trips to a town in another state that's equidistant between our house and his started. Ostensibly, they were because she wanted to get her real estate license in that state. But I knew she was lying when she would text or call and apologize and say someone had called and she was running late -- because those calls were not showing up in the phone records. Also, when she lies, she tends to embellish details -- and that's exactly what she was doing.
On Dec. 13, we talked and agreed we would separate in January. She said she wanted to keep it amicable, and cohabitate to save on lawyer fees, finances, etc. I agreed. Meanwhile, I knew she had already contacted a lawyer (something she denied) and I contacted my own.
I could at least three trips (during the weekdays) to this town in the last six weeks. But things really came to a head in early December. She announced she was going out for a night on the town with "the girls." Although suspicious, how could I argue with that? I said, "have fun." Sleuthing revealed that she had hired a town car to drive them around town for six hours ($850! Although I assumed several people would split that). Again, same thing -- vague communication, didn't get home until 2:30 a.m. No text to tell me when she was coming home. But she finally made a mistake -- she left the bag she had packed for this excursion in our van. In the bag were four splits of champagne, some snacks ... and a bottle of KY ultraglide sexual lubricant. Now, ladies, help me out, but I'm pretty sure sex lube isn't something you normally pack for ladies night?
Anyway, with that first tangible red flag, I stepped up my sleuthing. I finally got into her phone when she left it somewhere and found the sexting messages from October, including the fact that she was engaging in phone sex while our daughter was performing a solo in marching band performance at the homecoming game. They referred to deleting a bunch of things and said they were moving to WhatsApp. But, they forgot to delete several pages of texts, and now, finally, I knew. I also know a lot of other things -- the name of the AirBnb they're using, the name of the limo driver (possible witness), etc.
She most recently saw him in the city on Thursday. I know because I see where she went in the previous destinations in the car navigation system (which she uses always).
I have hired a private investigator. We originally planned a family trip over New Years to see my extended family, but she has already said she will invent a reason why she cannot go. Our investigator believes that the day my children and I depart will be the next time they get together. And they're going to get the evidence I need to prove adultery in court, if I need to do that.
So now we're at a point where she is expecting to begin a conversation in January about an amicable separation. I no longer want to cohabitate. My lawyer, who is normally a huge proponent of alternative dispute resolution, says I should file for an at-fault divorce. The reason, to protect me, is money. We were married so long, I am potentially looking at lifetime alimony. But if I can prove she had an affair, she risks being awarded nothing.
I have no interest in seeing her left financially destitute -- although that may happen anyway. But I'll be damned if I am made to subsidize the rest of her life after the hell she has put me through the last three months.
Meanwhile, I'm taking care of myself. I've built my support team. Our marriage therapist has become my individual therapist. I have a lot of work to do on myself to understand how I tolerated this for so long. After a couple of weeks of raging anxiety, I'm finally calm. As devastating as finding the texts were, there's some comfort in knowing I haven't crazy.
We haven't had the confrontation yet -- I don't think she has an inkling I know. I'm pretending to be airy and light, because I cannot spook them. I need the PI to get the evidence. And I may need to talk to the lawyer before I confront. But I do find myself rehearsing that confrontation speech over and over. And that's making it hard to sleep.