After nearly 5 years of lurking, I decided to finally tell my story and seek input from this amazing community. This is going to most lilkey be very long, and somewhat disjointed; I apologize in advance. Thank you to anyone who manages to read through this, and taking your time to respond. I apologize for any parts that are TMI, and I hope I don’t trigger anyone with my post.
Almost 5 years ago (02.15.17 to be exact), I caught my wife having an affair with a coworker. A married, guy who was 52 to her 36. I found his name under a different contact on her old phone (she had changed the passcode on her new one) and was able to recover enough evidence to confront. She came home for lunch that day, and I calmly asked her if she was having an affair with her coworker. Of course, she immediately lied and said I was crazy, until I asked her a specific question that I only could have known if I knew. She then said that yes, she was. I called the OM’s wife to tell her immediately- literally took me 15 seconds on Google to find her- and informed her what I had just found out. She said she wasn’t surprised, and had suspected that they were having an affair because—I sh!t you not…my wife was the spitting image of the last woman her husband had an affair with. My next call was to the AP. Apparently, he fled work, literally fled and left, and told his bosses that I was coming to kill him. He disappeared like a rat and dropped my wife like the side piece she was. I calmed down and didn’t do anything rash, thank God.
My wife was furious that I called her. She gave me a death stare; eyes narrowed etc. She asked what we discussed, and I told her that apparently her special bro was actually a player, and she looked just like the last affair partner he had. Her jaw hit the floor. I honestly relished the look on her face because it felt like such a small victory at the time. I told her congrats and said some choice words about a potential occupation she may wish to explore.
She told on Dday 1 that they had sex twice. Used a condom, in the car. That sounded about as truthful as the old "I only had two beers ossifcer" that drunks give when popped for DUIs. Come to find out a month later, after poking holes in the initial "version" of the truth, that whoops, it was actually about 12 times they had sex, made out too many times to count, and generally hooked up whenever possible. This all occurred either at work when they could, or in his car, or in parking lots, or in our condo that we own that is fairly close by. I was even graced by the knowledge that apparently, they had one cyber session in our master bathroom, while I was home working. That bathroom still makes my stomach turn. Come to find out that she claims he couldn’t perform, couldn’t get hard, and didn’t last. Oh, and they decided to ditch the condoms after the first encounter…because she believed him that he’d only been with his wife for the past two decades.
I was then told that out of all these encounters, she only had two orgasms. Once from digital stimulation and once from sex. Well, three, I guess, if you count the masturbatory session in the bathroom. To this day she swears this up and down. I think she’s full of it and is minimizing to protect herself. She also introduced oral into the affair- claimed it was only once. We haven’t done that in….years, due to CSA from her uncle. Amazing how that suddenly wasn’t an issue in the affair. She said they were fooling around in a park on the ground, and she decided to see if she could just "get past" her fear of oral. No, I don’t buy that either, nor the "only one bj" story. I don’t have hygiene issues either; I won’t turn heads in a room but I’ve got my physical self put together nicely. Always have.
Part of what I continue to struggle with is the depths of…sickness that these people engaged in. I would be at her work most days (she was a trainer, and I worked out there). I could not believe that she, and he, had the audacity to strike up an affair literally right under my nose. When I met this guy, I didn’t trust him. Kept it to myself, but kept an eye on her texts to him. Initially, he was under his name. I guess that changed when the affair actually started. I saw that he was texting her all the time, all about work stuff. But he was talking to her like she was one of the guys. Sexual hypotheticals about people in the gym, etc. I confronted her, told her I didn’t like the tone of the texts, and was going to go to the gym and square him away. She begged me not to, insisted that she didn’t like him (lol) and that she would tell him to stick to work related stuff only. I trusted her.
He started trying to befriend me at the gym. I still, at this time, had my suspicions, but had no proof (I could account for her time, or so I thought). It never occurred to me that they would leave work for lunch for quickies. I just didn’t see that coming. So, I tried to be cordial. He would spot me on occasion, too. This would have been well after the affair started in November. I asked her why she would let him do that..spot me, talk to me etc...she said she mentioned it to him and told him to stop. My suspicion is they both enjoyed the wool they had pulled over my eyes and it was as close to knifepoint as they could get.
Around December, after about a month of the affair being in full swing, my wife mentions that she, another trainer, and this guy want to do a nighttime training class. I was on board because there was going to be someone else present. I figured it was more proof for me that there couldn’t be anything going on, because how could there be? Well, the other trainer backed out, my heart sank, and I knew what she was going to ask next. She asked me if I was ok with her doing the class with the AP. I told her I was fine with it because she knew I didn’t like him, nor trust him, and I just didn’t think that she could actually be so evil and cold. I told her that she knew I wasn’t comfortable with him, but I would support this class if she felt it would help advance her career.
So they would text all day, even at work, being five feet apart. They developed their own code language to communicate how horny they were and needed to be with each other. Unfortunately for me, I cracked the code. She was sexting him more than she had done with me in our entire relationship.
Around mid-December, we get invited to go to the Christmas party for her work. Of course, this guy and his wife are there. I still just have an uneasy feeling, and nothing concrete to fall on. We all make small talk, but one thing sticks out at me to this day- his wife had the 1,000 yard stare. Her eyes were sunken, and she looked empty and hollow. Heavily medicated would be a more apt description. I still can’t believe my wife wanted to go to the party, with me. To me, it seems especially evil that you would intentionally put your spouse n the presence of the AP, in what I can only describe as a move so bold it defies logic. She said it’s because they (WW/AP) didn’t want the spouses to get suspicious so they decided we should all go. How very nice of them.
She also introduced him to our only child, who was 7 at the time. I have a hard time forgiving that as well. Seeing as how I’m adopted; my child is my only known blood relative on this planet. She means everything to me, and I am angry that I’ve lost some good memories with her because sometimes, I’m just sad and didn’t want to play at the time.
I can’t believe that she had an affair basically right in front of my eyes. This has been the most humiliating, degrading thing I’ve ever experienced. I trusted her completely, which is why I did not take more decisive action at the time. I also did not want to appear to be controlling. Newsflash: go with your gut, until it proves you can’t.
Anyway, my parents worked out there as well. So they were blessed with meeting this prick and conversing with him on occasion. I never told them about the affair. My dad is suffering from dementia, and my mom is just a mentally unstable person.
Following Dday, she went NC immediately. Dropped him like a hot rock. We had many nights of long talks. Read a couple books at the onset. She briefly would browse the internet and read some articles. She would answer questions, and still does, when I have them. I am not concerned that she would cheat again- I frankly don’t care, nor am I going to play marriage police; it’s too mentally draining.
However, there are plenty of things that make me question if she is regretful or remorseful. She would not take a STD test after the affair. I had to go take one. She said she was scared "and didn’t think that she needed to". Even after she found out that he had screwed around on his wife before. She stopped reading anything infidelity related; if I read something and wanted to share it, she would read it eventually. She never went to IC, never made an attempt, and thinks we can just kind of power through this on our own. I own my failure in not seeking IC, and that’s mainly because of my negative view of therapists. That’s my fault.
We had a big blowout last weekend. I told her I was sick and tired of feeling like I am driving the recovery and that I needed to see actions from her. I told her that something needs to change, and quickly, because I’m tired. I’m worn out, and I am sick of feeling like I am fighting this alone. I told her I think we should start figuring out how to divorce.
She had signed us up for an internet counseling course (I was comfortable with that) back in April of 2021. She decided after that argument last weekend, that we really need to start it this time and dive into the course. So, we did. We watched 45 minutes of the initial course. I wasn’t impressed- therapist calling cheating a mistake, using stupid, asinine analogies- I was disgusted. She wanted to watch these videos every night before we started watching our other shows; we haven’t done it since the initial time we watched the video. Yes, I could have brought it up, maybe she just forgot…. but that’s not my responsibility, and I wanted to see if she actually does view this as important for recovery.
She promised that every Saturday we would spend time in the evening going over anything we wanted, affair or relationship related. I waited to see if she would initiate the conversation this past Saturday. Crickets.
She is a great mom, a hard worker, and she’s giving me all she’s capable of, I think. I just don’t know if it is enough. I wish I could just get her to be honest about all the sex stuff so that I could at least have a level playing field to start from; I can’t shake the feeling that she is just continuing to lie to "protect" me (read: herself). I don’t believe for one second that no inappropriate pictures were sent- she readily admits sending him pictures of her with friends, a wedding picture, etc….yet claims they never sent racy pics because that would be "too risky". To say that I don’t believe this, especially given the admittance of the cyberish aspect in the bathroom….I mean…come one. I am insulted she thinks I am that stupid.
I’m a man. I have no female perspective to bounce my thoughts off of (hoping for some insight here), but it just makes zero sense that someone would go have sex with someone else, at the risk of imploding your marriage and life, for only a couple of orgasms, bad sex, and an impotent(ish) AP. I don’t buy that either.
So I don’t know the point of this post. Maybe a cautionary tale. Could definitely use some insight and advice. She’s told her brother and one friend what she did, and that’s it. I haven’t told anyone, other than the people who will read this.
If you got to the bottom of this and respond, thank you. I provide any more details I can. What a mess. Believe it or not, I am actually pretty happy still (with me and life) outside of her affair. I just think the biggest thing holding me back is my perception that she is still lying about the intensity etc of the affair. And I don’t know whether to trust what she says, backed up by her actions to be a good wife, or trust my gut, realize it’s a dealbreaker, always was, and start working to pull the plug.