Hedwig:
Two of them were acting kinda flirty, so I asked them if they had a girlfriend. And yes, yes they did. I got so mad, I even got a little bitchy with them. Had I not asked, I doubt they would have told me.
That must have been difficult. Sorry. And I'm absolutely sure they would NOT have volunteered that information.
I don't know how I'll view it moving forward, but before all of this, I thought that it's okay if me and my wife did some harmless flirting as long as it was not in front of one another. I would define that as a bit of suggestive dialog, maybe some suggestive eyes. What I've done personally is if there comes a point where my flirting self or the flirting woman does any of the following, I literally have walked away...1) touching of any kind - a hand on a knee, arm, back, touching of really any kind. 2) Any suggestions to exchange numbers, 3) going someplace together or be alone, even in the corner of a bar, 4) If I wanted to buy a woman a drink, I just never did. Seems wrong. If my wife had a drink bought for her by a man, I suppose she should accept it, but then say she's happily married. The accepting a drink in some ways begins a slippery slope to me, but a marriage should be able to overcome a drink.
I thought flirting like I described, with those boundaries can be a good thing. You feel a bit desirable, it keeps you confident in yourself and maybe even get you going back to your spouse a with a little bit of sass in your step as you get intimate because you're more confident.
I don't know about any of that anymore.
BTW, I moved to the basement to sleep since she will not leave the house. The basement is nice and also where I worked so I feel comfortable there.
She came down this morning trying to take control of the situation by saying she needed a computer because I wont talk to her. I asked what she needed it for. She wouldn't say. I said, for the internet, right? Use your iPad.
When she complained that I expect her to just do what I say (on disclosure and the things asked for in the letter) and feel how I want her to feel, I said that she regrets what she did, but she's not remorseful. I told her that I would send her a book (How to help your Spouse Heal from Your Infidelity - Thanks Stevesn for suggesting Walloped's JFO postings). I have sent that. I don't think she'll read it. She doesn't want to be blamed for being a bad person anymore. I don't think her narcissism can handle it. So, she's just ready to call it quits. While that destroys me - not because I know I want to R - I don't right now, but because I want to KNOW. It's why I keep giving her options to be remorseful and share what happened.
None of what I described in the last two paragraphs went down as cleanly as I wrote it. A ton of heated, but not yelling, arguments by both - talking over one another and ending with me finally putting a headset in and watching a youtube video so I couldn't hear her. At that point she literally stood there and talked for what seemed like a very long time - probably only 3-4 minutes. All the while I could not hear a word she was saying. I just sat at my desk, stared at my screen while I could hear that she was talking and saw her gesturing with my peripheral vision. As she stopped and walked away, I said, "I hope you feel better, I din't hear a single word of what you just said."
I think that me continuing to ask for information is seen as a weakness or pick me. Right? While I know I've written that I realize I may never know anything extra than I know today. I can't imagine that ACTUALLY ending up being the case. I don't know how to grapple with that reality. Seriously? Who the fuck is this POS? What does he do for a living? When and how did it start? How could I have stopped it?
My mind can't understand how she continues to choose him. Let's pretend she was doing the adultery for a year. We have a life together and while it has issues, we have two awesome boys, a great house, tons of memories raising our boys, etc. - for over 22 years we built together. AND SHE CHOOSES HIM?!?!? IT'S INFURIATING, CONFUSING, SAD, EMASCULATING. DEPRESSING AND MAKES ME WANT TO DESTROY SOMETHING!
I'm not sure what a panic attack feels like, but I may be having them on and off. I get so anxious thinking that I will never know. OMG, I cant bear the thought of that. She claims she blocked his number and hasn't been in contact with him. if that's true, WHY WONT SHE PROVE THAT TO ME?!?! Deep down I know the answer. I just can't face it. She said today that everything that she has read says that it's not good to talk about the details. I said I didn't know what the fuck she was reading, but I've read exactly the opposite and I FEEL exactly the opposite. So, that's a huge chasm and impass for us.
Three of my friends and family have confronted me nicely that they were worried about my drinking. I've slowed down - especially after Saturday. I have never been a runner or anything like that, but I did go on two walks and will do more. I know you're all going to tell me to stop drinking - so let me have it. Not sure that will happen, but maybe a wine or drink with dinner and that's it.
During all of these emotions and happenings, I've completed the initial D filing and 90% of the proposed parenting plan legal documents. I'm doing that even though I know that moves me away from getting the information I need, I'm doing it. Not easily, but doing it.
I think I am going to write another letter to her. I want her to HONESTLY tell me why she wont share any information about the adultery. I understand that she doesn't want to retell anything because then she's the bad person at every disclosure. I'm sure that would be hard. I think even harder hearing about the betrayal from my point of view. I just think those two excuses are lame. Give me and HONEST reason why you wont share information.
I just re-read everything I wrote. It's the worst circus ever - full of jeering clowns that laugh at me, man eating tigers that love to tear me apart and then gorge on my heart, elephants that stomp on my feelings, and a Ringmaster that is happy to make herself the main act while I suffer.
I just don't know anymore. Yesterday, I just sat around a lot (and read a lot of Walloped's postings) as I sat I just sat. Sad. Didn't really have a lot of specific thoughts that I can remember. I feel like I'm wasting away - eroding into I don't know what. I can't believe how fucked up this is and how I can't get away from it. I'm a strong, educated, opinionated man.