I've known for certain for six weeks with highly credible suspicions going back a year. I finally got the beginnings of an admission 3 days ago. I'm M(52)and my wife(52), we’ve been married for 12 years, together 15, and raised children in a combined household. I didn't just think it was a good marriage, I thought we had the best marriage. I was extremely happy and believed her the best person I knew. I believed her to be happy. We have sex several times a week or more. I’ve lost about 30% of my hair, but I have kept muscular. I never felt insecure, but for the first time in my life I’m questioning myself. I’m wondering where I’ve fallen short as a man. I own my own business and provide extremely well. We have gone through a couple of tough years, her mother was dying and needed an extreme amount of care. It was taxing on my wife and I did all I could to support her. I never believed I was perfect, but I was attentive, listened, and I had her back always. I never allowed her to run over me, I demanded equality in the marriage, and stood up for myself when needed. Nobody respects a pushover and I thought I was the type of husband a wife could respect. I was dead wrong. I prioritized our marriage over business and anything else.
I believed we could triumph over anything the world could throw at us and there was no reason for an affair. My view on affairs was that it was possible for anyone to have one, so I wouldn’t allow myself to get into bad situations, and that the cost of an affair was too great. I didn’t feel like a saint, it was just rational and right. I had opportunities, but why risk a great marriage or hurting someone you love with lies? I’ve read many forums, but this has been far more devastating than I ever imagined, I haven’t eaten for three days (I fast occasionally, but I’m not fasting, everything just looks like turd), and have slept just a few hours each night. My suspicions were far less than the truth. The admissions included a one-night stand, as well as a two year “text affair” that culminated in another one night sex meet-up in Dallas Texas with a former co-worker she knew for over a decade. There have been several days of the typical lies, half-truths, obfuscations, and gaslighting.
I knew a few facts, but when I disclosed a fact, her limited admission would match the fact, but never one bit more. Anyone relate? It’s infuriating. I’d read about a confrontation approach to make telling lies worse than telling the truth. I had a few facts at my command, I knew one weekend that she’d certainly slept with the AP (though I thought this was a one night stand and was blindsided by the admission of a prolonged affair), and I knew of a long-ago flirtation that ended with him in her hotel room, and then I had a few “maybe” items that had circumstantial evidence of other possible old flings/sexting, these were mostly from text I’d seen that were later deleted. Not enough to prove an affair, but proof of deleting inappropriate texts. Other odds and ends. I was truthful in letting her know that I had a few facts of her infidelity. She said she wanted to save the marriage. So I told her that I’d make every attempt to save the marriage, but that I expected her to tell me everything, everything from our entire marriage, and most especially every detail about the AP. I told her that if something didn’t match what I knew, then it was divorce.
She ended up detailing a two-year run up of sexting and flirtations, admitting that she initiated advancing the friendship into an affair, initiated the sexting, shared nude photos, planned a night, and followed through. She opened up her phone records for me, although I could see the date/time of texts and calls, on-line TMobile does not keep content, but I read you could do a restore that would restore all deleted texts. Obviously she’d been deleting incriminating texts from her phone. I’ve not asked to do this yet, but there are moments I want to see the deleted texts.
The records show all manner of disrespect. Me trying to call, but her not taking the calls as she’s involved in the sexting. Her waking up and texting him when I’m in the other room. Long text exchanges when I’ve gone to do something, like taking my dad to a doctors appointment and she engaged in several hours of texting. She texted him as much as she texted me. I suppose it’s all routine betrayal, but it was intimate and premeditated. In the beginning she refused to call it an affair. I told her fine, I’d do everything she did except not sleep with the person, and she can put whatever name on it she pleased. We agreed to the word affair.
Where I am now is I have what appears to be a thorough admission of the 2 year affair. The new disclosure of the man she picked up in a hotel bar for a one-night stand. I did not get any admission on old suspicions and partial facts I had. Where there is smoke, there is fire, and I refuse to be gullible. She has given up the AP, sending a text and blocking. She says she wants to save our marriage. She says he does not matter, she is not in love with him, she was “thrill seeking”. She is now answering questions with some ease and it feels genuine. The problem of course is that I’ve learned a terrible truth: her lying face looks exactly like her truthful face. Regardless, the facts and timeline match what I feel to be true. I made a promise to commit to working on our marriage, but I’m not sure she has satisfied my suspicions and I’m having a difficult time reconciling that she never admitted to what I know to be inappropriate behaviours early in our marriage. How important is resolving older suspicions? I just don’t know.
I’m going hour by hour right now. My state of mind is that I look around at the life we built and I’m not sure that it’s meant the same to her as me. I don’t know what is true or false about the past. It’s like the entire earth shifted beneath my feet and there is nothing but smoking rubble around me. She wants to talk about the future and I’m looking around and trying to figure out what survived the blast. I’m exhausted and I don’t want to make decisions.