Hello all,
I found this site today and am so thankful. Let me preface what I’m about to say that I’m coming from a place of remorse. I accept full responsibility for what I’ve done and am looking to heal. I come here with an open mind and open heart and want to improve myself, my marriage and other relationships in my life.
There’s a lot to this story, so I’ll try to just stick to the relevant points. But I’m an open book, so ask away….A little background - I’m a 43 year old male, married 19 years to my high school sweetheart. 3 school aged children. In the fall of 2015 I was offered a job 2,000 miles away from my home in TX. I’m an obnoxiously proud Texan, so I would have rather moved to Baghdad than New England, but the job was a definite career advancement opportunity. I am very comfortable traveling - I’ve traveled much of the world and greatly enjoy it, but there is a difference between visiting a place and living there. But I never, ever felt settled being so far away from home, in a place so far from TX. I quickly grew to resent New England.Summer 2017 my wife becomes pregnant with our fourth child. A lot of history here, but important points are as follows - I really, really did not want to have another child. Our marriage was already strained with the move, I had grown to regret my decision to accept this job as it was excessively stressful and I thought the idea of being pregnant with no support for 2,000 miles was a horrible idea. I made this clear to my wife who nevertheless insisted that she wanted another child. Of course I know how babies are made and am obviously a contributing party to creating this child, so it’s not like I didn’t know what I was up to when she got pregnant.Unfortunately we lost the baby somewhere around 11 to 12 weeks. My wife was absolutely devastated. At a time when we should have grown closer we actually drifted further apart.Not long after that I met the OW. She is about as opposite of me as can be. I’m well educated, very stable, no drug/alcohol, Wall Street guy with solid relationships and well regarded by my peers. She’s a stripper, former/recovering drug addict, daily pot smoker, ex husband in jail, she’s been in jail numerous times, had her two children taken from her, high school drop out, family has effectively disowned her, brother won’t talk to her, paranoid as hell, very few friends…. you get the idea. When she met me I was at the lowest point I can recall. My job was mentally and emotionally exhausting, I resented my wife for pressuring me to have a fourth child, our marriage had steadily grown distant over the years, I missed home and it was getting cold and dark outside. I was looking to fill a gap, a void in my life. Again - I accept all responsibility for what I did here. No one forced this relationship on me, and I could have chosen to deal with my frustration/anxiety in a different way.The OW soon realized I wasn’t interested in another lap dance, I was interested in escaping my reality and exploring a friendship/quasi-relationship with her. In my feeble little mind I thought I could have a innocent-ish relationship with her. Of course I’d never sleep with her - my wife was the only sexual partner I’d ever had, and I absolutely, positively would NEVER cross that line. I made it clear to her that I was indeed married - no duplicity there. But this woman fawned over me and made it clear she wanted to explore a relationship with me. And I found the attention and admiration absolutely intoxicating. She was gorgeous, loved my accent and told me she couldn’t believe a guy like me was seriously interested in a woman like her. I rationalized what I was doing by attempting to help her. I understand the fallacy of my thinking, but I thought that this woman was like the discount plants on sale at Home Depot. You know, the shriveled up ones on sale for 80 percent off? With just a little water, some sun and the right environment that plant will bloom and be strong, healthy and beautiful, right? If I give this woman some encouragement, some love and attention, help her think about life in a new way and help her set some goals for herself, I could play a part in her transformation to a new woman! I wouldn’t ask for anything, in return (especially not sex, I’m not that kind of guy). Just the appreciation that I played a role in her newly created life. However, she had other plans. She very quickly pursued me sexually. I resisted and told her I can’t do that - I’m married. Of course, I’m at her house, laying in her bed with her when I tell her this. But I resist for several months. However we gradually begin to cross a few lines. First a kiss. Then touching. Etc, etc. I keep going back because I find the sexual advances of this beautiful woman so enticing. Here I am alone with this sex goddess and she’s trying to get me to have sex with her. Eventually, of course, I cave in. The sex is unlike anything I ever knew existed. Again, only woman I’ve ever slept with was my sweet wife. But this…. If all you’ve ever driven was a Toyota Corolla, and one day you are given keys to a Ferrari, it’s hard to go back to the Corolla.And here’s the most important thing. This wasn’t about the sex. The sex was amazing, but what I craved even more was the intimacy. The closeness, the sharing, the connection. The way I would hold her face and she would cry and tell me about her past life. The way she told me that she had never felt this close to anyone, and that I was the only one she could trust with her deepest secrets. That she loved me for accepting who she was, flaws and all. I saw it as my job to devote myself to this woman.So where was I mentally about my wife during all of this? Well, the guilt was significant at first. Every time I’d leave her house, I’d sincerely pray to God that this was the last time - I was never going to go back to see her, and THIS HAD TO STOP. Until she called me and asked me to come back over. There’s no question that I replaced my wife’s proper place in my heart with this woman. My wife assumed my emotional distance was due to being far from home and hating my job, which was partially true. We grew eve further apart.But I would do anything for this OW. And I was acutely aware of her shortcomings. Lazy, disorganized, highly volatile, ungrounded, etc. I saw these as opportunities for growth. I’ve since learned that people really have to want to help themselves. Otherwise I’m pushing on a string.Long story short, this affair went on for two and a half years. It escalated to her traveling with me to just about everywhere I went. We’ve been to baseball games, concerts, just about every restaurant and coffee shop there is. I’ve moved her apartment 5 times, become acquainted with her parents and children, picked her up from jail, taken her to doctor’s appointments, cleaned up her vomit off the carpet when she was sick. We were a couple, effectively playing house. And all these years she begged, BEGGED me to leave my wife for her. But I never could, and I told her as much. We’d break up, she’d go with some other guy and I was devastated. I seriously contemplated leaving my wife, as the pain of separation was just too strong. But after a while she’d dump that guy, call me up, apologize and swear she had to have me. That she would rather be with me, even if I remained married than go through life without me. This cycle has happened three or four times. And every time we’d break up, I took it a little bit harder.As of today, we’re broken up. But something happened this last time. She got pregnant by this other guy. At first, I thought it was mine, but the math didn’t add up. I knew it was his. She wanted me to get her pregnant, but when she figured out it wasn’t mine she had an abortion. I’ll skip the political debate here, but I’m pretty sure this contributed to what I’m about to say next.A few days later, after feeling relief that I hadn’t impregnated this woman, I had an absolute emotional breakdown. Please understand that Im about as steady as they come. Highly disciplined (except for having an affair) and usually very in control of my emotions, But this sadness/pain/anxiety was absolutely overwhelming. I couldn’t get out of bed. My dear wife said “I don’t know what to do with you, but this isn’t good. You need to go home.” So here I am, back in Texas, away from my wife and kids.So what does my wife know? Very little. She believes I’ve had a panic attack due to my separation from family, overstressed work and years of pent up frustration in our relationship. She does not know about the OW. At the VERY strong urging of my therapist (I finally had to seek out professional help and medication) I have been advised to not tell her about the affair. My wife has spent some significant time in psychiatric wards for unrelated issues. Her finding out about this would put her at great risk to herself. So, why am I writing? Because I feel guilty about what I’ve done? Not exactly. I feel horrible about what I’ve done. I’ve broken my marital covenant with my wife. I’ve put myself and my family at great danger. I’ve escaped STDs, pregnancy (barely), fist fights with ex boyfriends and other violence. I’ve absolutely destroyed my own moral code. I’ve risked my career, my reputation among friends and family. I’ve spent untold thousands and thousands of dollars on her, and I don’t even want to know how much time away from my family I chose to devote to her. None of this is lost on me at all. I’ve done some bad stuff. And I pray to God I’ll never do it again. But I am so sad. The pain of her out of my life has become overwhelming. As crazy as it sounds, I feel absolutely addicted to this woman. I’ve never done any kind of drugs at all, but this MUST be what withdrawals feel like. Every little thing is a trigger - I see her little black car everywhere I turn. Every time I see an Italian restaurant I think of her. Sights, sounds, smells - almost anything imaginable reminds me of her and what is now gone. Every day is gray and lifeless.Again, please understand I don’t want to feel this way at all. My logical brain has said I can never go back. That my emotions are deceiving me and that I HAVE to remain committed to my family. This is the role God made me for, not chasing this other woman. I want to love my wife like I used to. I want to be the devoted father I used to be. And in some senses I am. Thank God for my amazing wife. She makes it so much easier to want to go back. But I’m worried that I’ll never forget about what I had with this OW, and that I’ll always compare her to my wife.This pain, while self induced, is intolerable. I’m hurting, I’m miserable and I wish I had never, ever opened this door.Thank you for reading my small tome. Any insight or guidance is greatly welcomed.