This is my first post, though I have been lurking here for about 2 weeks now. I do apologize in advance that it may be lengthy. I haven’t come across anything quite like my story, so I thought I’d share it just incase someone else finds themselves in a similar messed up situation.
My WH and I have been together for about 14 years. I thought that things were great. We have a house together, and are raising a daughter that I had from a previous relationship. He’s been in her life since she was 3. Finally, after all these years together we were planning our wedding. It was a happy time and we were looking forward to it. Over the summer I was engaged in various activities that led me out of province for a couple of weekends, and on one occasion, a full week. During that time, my WH was spending time hanging out and playing board games with a couple that we have met camping about 10 years ago, and have camped a long weekend with (as part of a larger group) for the last 10 years.
I thought that it was great that he was getting out and doing things. He is very introverted, so I encouraged him to get out more. It made me happy to see him happy and spending time with friends.
Cue my Dday... I will never forget the date. August 8th I came home from work, and he said that we needed to talk. I could tell from his tone that it was something serious, and was wondering if he was getting cold feet as our wedding was just 6 weeks away at this point. We went into our bedroom where he confessed that over the summer he had fallen in love with someone else. I laughed, thinking it was a joke. It wasn’t. I made him tell me who... it was the woman from the couple he had been spending so much time with. He said that he had had a crush on her for a while (I knew that, but also thought we were so solid that I brushed it off) and that the feelings kept growing over the summer as they spent more and more time together getting to know each other. I asked if anything had happened, and he admitted to a kiss. Most of the evening is a blur, but I remember crying. And I remember asking him to leave. He told me that none of this affected the way he felt about me and he still wanted us to be together. Then he left, and drove to a nearby shopping centre while I collected myself.
He came home shortly after (about a half hour later) and sought me out. I asked him if anything else had happened, as this was his chance to tell me the truth. He admitted that they had had sex once. He said (after my initial shock and crying) that there had been a threesome the weekend before. He said the OW and her H were open to her having a relationship with my WH, and he was hoping that I might be too, as that is what he wanted. My world ended. Like I said I don’t remember much... I do remember telling him that he had to choose. Right then and there, whether it was going to be her or me. There was no hesitation when he chose me. I told him to end it right then and there, and he called her and told her that what they had was done.
I spent the next 3 weeks in a fog, asking questions over and over, trying to wrap my head around what has happened. How could this man, that I had loved for 14 years, was planning a wedding with, and who was ADAMANT that he despised cheaters, do this to me? To us? Why was I not enough that he could risk throwing all we’ve created together away?
I did learn that the OW had talked to her partner about my WH 2 years prior, admitting to her partner that she was struggling because she had feelings for my WH. They discussed it for 2 years, and they came to terms together that they would be alright if something happened, and that it wouldn’t affect their relationship together. Apparently OW had felt she loved my WH ever since they first met 10 years ago. Nothing was ever brought up though until that night that they were together for games, and drinking. I am so incredibly hurt because I thought this other couple were *our* friends.
He deleted his emails. His facebook and text history and went NC. I didn’t get a chance to go through anything. So I asked questions over and over, but I couldn’t stand not knowing. We tried recovering the deleted texts, but to no avail. I asked him to email OW and ask if she still had them, and if she did could she please email them. Days went by before we heard back, and my WH was at work the morning I noticed them in his email, in his spam folder, unopened. I opened them but didn’t have much of a chance to read through before I had to leave for work myself. But one thing was blatantly clear... it had been far more than just the one time he insisted it was.
It started back in June, when I went away on my first summer trip with a friend. I played with a competitive band, and it turns out that every. Single. Weekend. Or time that I was away, he was going to see them. I was broken all over again. Not only how could he do this, but lie about it straight to my face for 3 weeks afterward? It had lasted for 2 months, and the chatting was every single day from the time they woke up (6:30am) to the time right before they went to sleep (10:30pm). Phone calls, texting, even a night spent in a hotel room. Sometimes it was the 3 of them together, sometimes it was just him and her. Her H seemed fine with it, and was happy and willing to give her whatever she wanted, just as long as she was happy.
Only the way he acted immediately afterward is what kept me from calling off the wedding. He has been incredibly remorseful, and regretful of everything. He has been doing everything right to try and make me feel safe and secure again. We are talking a lot more than we used to and more openly and honestly about things. I have set boundaries though, that if anything like this ever happens again, that despite still loving him, I would be going straight to a lawyer to file for divorce. There would be no friendship between us, nothing. It would be the end. Period. He understands this and is doing everything he can to show me that he wants to make our marriage work.
Yes, i went through with the wedding. Through all this chaos it was one singular perfect day. We are about 3.5 months post Dday now, and working on us every single day. some are better than others. Other days I feel completely numb and feel nothing at all. Some days I feel like buying a baseball bat and destroying the computer that he spent so much time with her on. Some days I am ok, and even mildly happy.
There has been so much happen, this is basically the coles notes version. I think we are heading toward R. It is our hope, both of us. But some days... I just don’t want to and wonder if I’d be better off being by myself where no one can hurt me like this again. At the moment I have no plans on leaving, and really want to work through the trauma in my brain that this has caused. So please don’t tell me to run. Not saying that I eventually won’t, but right now it is my choice to stay.
I know some people get some satisfaction over telling the other BS about the affair... but has anyone else dealt with the fact the the A happened with the other COUPLE? Please, please help me dig through this. And if you made it all the way to the end, thank you.