Yesterday I caught my wife cheating, but tomorrow we will have been married 15 years. I feel lost and shattered.
I have nobody to talk to, so please indulge me.
I entered this relationship with serious trust issues because I had been cheated on before by a girlfriend. My, not yet, wife insisted that if I love her I must trust her and that the two can't exist separately. I never believed that, but I accepted it and so I trusted her. For 17 years (15 married) I trusted her.
Fast forward to this January when we decided our children need an actual house to grow up in, not just our apartment, so we began house-hunting. We made plans for our future and day-dreamed with our girls about the perfect house in the perfect area. My wife and I talked about growing old and being visited by our future grandchildren. She even suggested that we try for another child, and adopt a dog.
By February I had begun having some minor suspicions about "odd" behavior, but I ignored them as a product of my longstanding trust issues, suppressed as they were.
By March these odd behaviors had accumulated and by April I couldn't ignore them any longer. I won't go into all the details, but briefly I'll mention that she was suddenly guarding her phone closely, coming home with new jewelry which she claimed her mom gave her, she was frequently spending the night at her best friend's house and her mom's house (she claimed the quarantine was driving her stir crazy), and a certain man's name kept being spoken more and more frequently. This man, a coworkers of hers, was described to me as an elderly man closer to retirement than anything. He had also just bought a house, and, coincidentally, it was very near the area she had suggested we look to buy. This man had several boxes from his move so my wife had several reasons to go visit him and get more boxes. One day, Facebook recommended I become friends with him, and to my surprise, this "elderly man, was not elderly at all, but our age. She denied ever describing him as older, and I chose not to insist otherwise.
The final nail in this coffin was only a couple of weeks ago when we were about ready to officially move and we were up at the new house finishing some work on it. She was cold and distant to me all morning, but her mood improved a bit when she was, supposedly, told there'd be a virtual fundraiser she had to attend so she decided she had no choice but to visit her coworker since we didn't yet have internet at the new house. I told her to go down the road and use the McDonalds free WiFi, and she couldn't think of a reason why that couldn't work so her mood darkened again. 30 minutes later she had decided she's going to the coworker's house anyway, just because. She came back 3 hours later literally singing and dancing as she entered the house. I instantly knew I had to find out.
So I bought a GPS tracker and mounted it on her car just yesterday, in time for a sudden visit to her uncle's house down in the city. When she came back I asked her very careful questions about her route and everything she did and saw because I was planning on comparing her story to the GPS data and I wanted to be sure she couldn't change the story later. After she went to bed, I uploaded the data and saw for myself she drove out of her way to her coworker's house and spent 1 hour and 35 minutes there. Then I got her phone and snooped, finding the most recent messages she hadn't yet deleted, where she told him how she enjoys it when he bends her over, and other such talk.
So I put on a pot of coffee and woke her up for the talk. I started by very calmly showing her the evidence and how I obtained it and so I asked her to please only be honest with me. As far as I know she was. She confirmed her affair, the jewelry, the overnight visits, guarding her phone, that it started in February, all of it. We stayed up talking until 4 in the morning when she couldn't keep her eyes open anymore. Her best explanation as to why she cheated was that she wanted to feel wanted by another man again.
Here's why I'm feeling broken and alone: Everyone I trusted in our lives essentially knew about it and in some ways helped her do it. Her mom covered for her (about spending the night), her best friend went on double dates with her and him; her brother, her uncle, they all knew. And I have nobody. No family, no friends, all I have is my children who I can't talk to about this, and my wife.
To make things worse, I'm a "house-husband" (stay-at-home-dad), so I have no income and I'm entirely dependent on her. I also have no usable degrees, no prospects for employment beyond fast-food, no safety nets, no car . . . I'm all alone out in the cold. And I can't stop crying. I've never been a crier. I didn't cry when my parents died, nor when my uncles, nor even when my dog died. Crying just never was how I expressed my sadness, but I've been breaking down in tears every 10 minutes since our talk ended. I can barely get through a sentence with my girls before having to run away in tears. They want to know why, but I can't tell them, and I don't even know what my immediate future looks like.
I asked her, if she could choose anything, how would she like to proceed from here, and she told me she'd like for us to go back to normal as if it never happened, but she'd also like to keep seeing him.
I can't live like that. I'm torturing myself with images of what they've been doing behind my back. There's no possibility that I'll move passed this and even trust her to run out to the store for milk. I can't. But I can't tear this family apart either. I know it's her doing and not mine, but it's my decision to act on it or not, and I don't want my girls to go through any of that. Besides, what I am to do? Divorce her and lose custody of my kids because she has a career with a future and I'm flipping burgers? Am I supposed to stand by and be the guy who has to convince his kids to accept mommy's new boyfriend? Watch some other man raise my girls and provide them with material happiness while I can get them nothing more than discounts on junk food from my job at McDonalds?
We were a good, happy family, damn it. We really were happy. We ate family meals, played board games, went on trips, had picnics, and spent time together. I feel like I've been living the "too good to be true" life all this time and it finally proved right.
My wife is staying in bed and I'm asking strangers for support online.
I can't even answer the most basic questions in my life right now. I asked to stop seeing him and she agreed, but only socially because he is her coworker and not the kind she can avoid. She has to deal with him, and that's fine right now since it's all remote, but her employer has already started transitioning people back into the offices, so what happens then? I have projects that need done around the house, but I don't know if I should even bother because what's the point? Can we keep living here? Do I even want to? She picked this area because it was closer to him. Everything, every part of my life, is now tainted and ruined by this. I'm damned if I do and damned if I don't. I either explode this matter, reveal everything to my kids, and file for divorce taking one day at a time, not knowing how I will even keep a roof over my head, or put my head down, act like nothing happened and watch imagined sex tapes of my wife and her boyfriend in my head every time she leaves the house? This is no way to live. She broke our marriage, our family, and our happiness. I still can't believe she'd throw all this away for that.
I just want to turn back time and get a redo. But that;s a fantasy, and I can't live in a fantasy when real life is waiting impatiently for a decision.
Please, someone help me.