My story: 42 years old, father of 2 (3 and 5 years old) married 9+ years (together 12+ years) to 34 year old woman who has been SAHM with kids for past 6 years. D-day was August 1, 2019 when I confronted her that I knew. After months of cold-prickly feelings during our home renovation project, I was tipped off by my sister to search our phone records (we have our cell phones on her discount family plan). Phone records showed thousands of minutes used in May, June and July. Nearly CONSTANT calls throughout the day for past 4 months to our flooring contractor (53 year old man, divorced 4x, felon, looks like if Guy Fieri worked at the Wal-Mart tire shop).
Prior to confronting her, I pore over the phone records . DOZENS of calls daily totaling HOURS of time, all starting when I leave in the morning for work (about 6:30am) and all wrapping up just before I arrive home (about 5pm). Literally dozens of calls throughout the day, some for mere minutes others for over an hour, on average about 4-5 hours of conversation every day of the week. Our kids (ages 2 and 4 at the time, now 3 and 5) were home nearly the entire time, the calls started during the end of pre-school (mid May) and continued through summer day camps and mom's morning outs (June/July). Even more contact in the evenings when I traveled (I traveled a LOT for work during this past summer) and her calls with him would extend into the night, sometimes VERY late at night and then begin again early the next morning. These calls would sometimes be 2+ hours, one was over 4 hours long.
I find this all out after I arrive at work on a Thursday a little past 7am. I check the phone records and see that she called him that morning just a little after I left the house. I see that this is actually real and happening *presently happening* in front of my eyes. I leave the office and with an urgent sense to do something, tell someone, talk to someone about what to do. I call my best friend and tell him what I just found out, and that I am driving home to confront her. He encourages me to BE SMART and have a plan about confronting her. Or at least a strategy.
In my haze, I reached out to (1) Divorce Attorney to discuss child custody/alimony/cost of divorce and (2) Marriage Counselor in our area that WW had included in previous email after our discussions of needing to seek help for our relationship. I spoke for 10 minutes to Divorce Attorney to get rough idea of monthly costs I would incur if I simply ended it immediately upon discovery. Then waited in lobby of Marriage Counselor (without appointment) to ambush Counselor to ask if my strategy of confronting her was healthy. Thankfully, he saw my crisis and immediate need for help and spoke with me for 2-3 minutes to confirm my peaceful strategy of confronting her and even pre-booked an appointment for us on August 2 if we would choose to seek Affair Recovery therapy.
On August 1 I surprise her at home around noon, put on show for kids to distract them after lunch and ask her to join me upstairs privately. I ask her to sit on the bed, I tell her I know something is going on, ask her not to lie about it and she confesses that she's been seeing someone. I press her for details and she says "you said you already know who it is" and won't say his name. I ask her to say his name and she reluctantly confirmed she was having an affair with our flooring contractor, a guy nearly 20 years older than her.
I asked her what she was doing with him. She initially confesses that they "would sometimes meet up and make out in the back of his truck" but that nothing else physical ever happened. She says she is relieved that I found out and says she will end it right away. I tell her I want to be there when she calls him to tell him it is over. HE CALLS HER DURING OUR D-DAY DISCUSSION and the cell phone is in my hand. I let it go, don't answer, and tell her I need to be present with her RIGHT THEN AND THERE and that she call him back. She calls him and tells him it's over, not to call her again and that she needs to work on her marriage. After reluctantly agreeing, she calls him back in front of me, is brief and tells him never to call her again, that she needs to work on her marriage. Phone records show this occured at 1:52pm.
Next day, back at MC that I ambushed and was kind enough to accommodate a session. She TT's the fact that she did more than just meet up and make out with Guy Fieri, she actually met up with him at a hotel not far from our house with the intent to have sex with him. However, he could not achieve an erection so they simply spent 2+ hours together, naked, laying together while the kids were at Wednesday day camp. She tells me that in this instance, the OM told her he could not achieve an erection due to "him thinking about your (me, the husband's) situation". I reject this as her trying to somehow make me a hero, that because I'm such a good guy the dirtbag couldn't get it up.
We continue our affair recovery counseling about once a week through the month of August. I keep feeling that there is more to her story and she maintains that they only tried to have sex that one time, he was unable to do so, and that the only other times they met up they just "made out" in his truck but that they always had their clothes on and nothing more than above-clothing petting. That they never were seen together in public, just backseat make-out sessions, he gave her oral once at the hotel but she never reciprocated. That they had phone sex, FaceTimed naked together and masturbated together about a dozen times - but that they never climaxed together (this matters somehow?). I asked if she loved him and she says they had an inside joke where they would say "I kinda love you" or "I think I kinda love you" to each other, but that after meeting with our Affair Counselor she realizes this was a fantasy world with her AP and that while she "loved the way he made me feel" she didn't think she actually loved him. In my mind, loving the feeling is loving the person who gave you the feeling.
All of this is terrible, but I keep telling her that this doesn't make sense, nobody meets up to make out like high school kids and communicates as much as they did to only keep this "R" rated. She expresses frustration at me not believing her, reassures me that this is all that happened.
I bring this up at in front of the counselor at one of our sessions and she again denies anything else happened, the counselor tells us that I am unable to believe anything she says right now and that nothing will make me feel like she is telling the truth. My gut continues to tell me she's lying (you can see where this is going).
On the morning of 9/1/19 we are lying in bed and I am researching polygraph services in my area after reading various SI posts. She sees me and is taken aback. I had asked her to read "How to Help Your Spouse Heal From Your Affair" earlier that weekend and she did. I tell her I'd like her to take a polygraph because I feel there is so much more to her story, and beg her to tell me everything right now and not wait for the polygraph for the truth to come out. So instead of a parking lot confession, I get a bedroom confession at the threat of polygraph.
She confesses that they in fact met up to have sex on 3 separate occasions, the first time successful where he physically penetrated her in the back of his truck at a local park in broad daylight. The second time was when they met up at the hotel but he couldn't get an erection. The third time he drove her to one of his home renovation project sites and attempted to have sex at that house but again he couldn't achieve an erection. That there were multiple times where she gave/received oral, that there was one instance where she met up with him to have dinner/drinks at a local wine bar where they were clearly together in public.
Not only did she give me way more details, she gave me the login to the secret email account they used to communicate. I was initially told they only talked on the phone, met up in person whenever they could but no emails/texts. The emails exposed the true nature of her affair. So much graphic information, pictures, sexy talk, references to their encounters, her telling him when I was headed to the airport for work travel, me piecing together the timeline for where I/my kids were when the messages were being sent.
Their communication pattern was this: I leave for work at 6:30am (or was out of town traveling), they begin their phone calls as soon as I leave the house, and average 4-5 hours of conversation until I get home at 5pm. Then the emails begin. 2-3 different email threads throughout the night, different topics (all sexual) and email conversation from 5pm until midnight when we go to bed. Dozens of emails per day. So essentially 18 hours of contact with AP on daily basis from mid-May to August 1 (12 weeks). She kept herself in a constant state of arousal and would talk about her strong passion for him, how much she wanted him and told him she'd be with him if her circumstances were different (if she didn't have kids). I read every single email.
Her emails with him extended to her offering to help him find a nursing home for his ailing mother, her daydreaming about taking trips together with him, her sending him links of clothing to buy, her telling him she'd love to go to a concert with him at Red Rocks, her concern for him not to drink and ride his motorcycle. More than just hot dirty talk, she was invested in him EA and PA.
I still have access to the email. He has written to her several times since I confronted her on 8/1/19 but she claims to not have had any contact with him since she told him it was over on 8/2/19 (yes, the day AFTER she had claimed was the last time she talked to him on 8/1/19. She claims to have not even checked the email since she told me about it but I have no way to believe/verify. I've thought about what to do with this access. I've thought about deleting the account altogether. But for some reason I keep it and go back and read and re-remember the awfulness.
What hurts the most is when I see that she sent him these emails in plain sight, right next to me, so many times. On the back porch as we sat together after putting the kids down. On the couch during a commercial break from a show we were watching together. At the mall with my mom/kids while we were treating them to a day out. At our family 4th of July party while we were all hanging out. Laying RIGHT NEXT TO ME IN OUR BED TOGETHER, she'd email him and tell him how horny she was for him and all the things she wanted to do with him. She was CONSTANTLY on her phone, I called her out on it a couple times but I never thought she was carrying on like that.
I feel so humiliated, emasculated, invalidated, used and embarrassed. She gave away everything that was special to me about her to a fat, fifty-three year old, four time divorced, flooring contractor and felon. In 12 weeks, she destroyed our 12 year relationship.
We've continued Affair Recovery counseling and both began Individual Counseling. She began to create a timeline for me to understand when things started, where they occurred but we've only gotten through the first 3 weeks. We listen to audio books (Not Just Friends, Getting Past the Affair) together after the kids go to sleep for about 30-45 minutes maybe 2-3 times a week. Other nights we take a break and just veg out. We play pretend that everything is ok in front of our kids all day long and on weekends, in front of neighbors and family (hello rug sweeping).
She has shown zero signs of remorse, was told by our Affair Recovery counselor that she "compartmentalizes painful events to not feel them" and has told me she is just a shell - that she's sorry she hurt me - but none of that feels genuine. I was told to get below my anger and talk to her about my feelings, that that would open her up to be vulnerable and potentially feel empathy, and ultimately remorse, for what she did to me. But that it was my job (as the BS) to NOT bring up painful events or email messages shared because that would cause her to pull away and maintain the hard shell of no feeling. That it was up to me to help her heal (and up to her to do IC) to eventually work towards being able to help me heal.
This is killing me. I'm the injured party but it's my job to help her heal first? I have to get below my anger and share my feelings of why I'm hurt? Then I have to wait for her to figure out how to heal from a painful childhood and that one day she'd then be able to show me remorse for destroying my life?
I have been reading SI for a few weeks but only recently started posting. Thanks to anyone that read this far. There is so much more to share that recently happened but I need to cut this off before it gets any longer.