Just going to jump right in …
Early Sunday evening, I heard keys in my front door and it was my wife. It was such a shock to see her. I had already planned two things for the next day (Monday): a first-thing visit to my lawyer and a trip up north into the true wilderness, to a resort at which I have always wanted to stay. I didn’t have a set plan for how I would confront; but I wasn’t expecting or wanting it to occur in person.
The scene was chaos. She was on the offensive from the off, going at a million miles an hour for my stunned brain. Basically, this is what seemed to have occurred: late Sunday afternoon, OBW drove to the hotel, asked the front desk to phone her husband and tell him his wife was in the lobby waiting to see him. He apparently stuck to his story for a few minutes, then eventually managed to talk his wife into having their confrontation back at their home.
Most amazing … most disgusting was that my wife WAITED at the hotel until after POSOM and OBW had it out, clearly so that she could (a) see what OBW and I knew, and so that she could (b) get her eventual story to me as straight as possible. I know she must have waited, because OBW texted me about 30 minutes before my wife came home to say, "Sorry … just couldn’t wait. Had to have it out with him."
I asked her how it went and she said that he said it was all ‘fantasy’ and that they hadn’t even kissed yet. When she asked him to explain the overnight at the hotel (x2), he claimed that—due to the fact that his special weekend meetings were moved online at the last minute—he just thought it would be easier to stay there. He said that the ‘thrill’ of their relationship is in pushing flirtations to the limit without touching each other.
When his wife said she didn’t believe a word of it, and when she had pushed him, he said that that weekend was the closest they have come to anything inappropriate occurring. He admitted that what they DID do was to engage in several masturbation sessions right in each other’s presence, throughout the weekend, but that they did not and have not ever touched.
So, no point in repeating: this was the precise story I was so deeply fortunate to receive on Sunday night, from my wife. What made me sick was how accurately it aped everything I had just heard from OBW. It would have somehow all been more credible if my wife had diverged on certain details. But no: the stories were mirror-images of each other.
Truthfully? The best way I could describe how I processed things on Sunday night was that it felt like an out of body experience. I felt absolutely no emotion—none at all—as I watched this complete stranger perform her role as a shocked-to-be-accused-but-definitely-loyal spouse.
After she had vomited out her lengthy (prepared) script, I just quietly got up from the table and left the room. This incensed her and she followed me to the bedroom. She then donned another mask: this time, she was the Righteously Angry Spouse. She said that my indifference to her being so honest, just then, was emblematic of my larger indifference towards her throughout our marriage and that her fantasy roleplay, or whatever, was the natural corollary of suffering through my indifference.
At that point, I just started laughing. Admittedly it wasn’t a cool laugh. More of a psycho one. It seemed to scare her a little, which left me with a window to intervene and just basically list off every element—almost since the day we met—which showed the precise opposite of ‘indifference’. In fact, I went on to say that if I was guilty of anything, it would be that I had cared for her too much.
She then started crying and blubbering and pleading, which was the least attractive thing I think I have seen on a woman. She tried hugging me and touching me, and I gently pushed her away.
I then just, in a very calm but weary voice, said: "You are no longer my wife. Honestly? Even if what you describe is entirely true, you were deep into an emotional affair and that is just as unacceptable to me as a physical affair. That said, I don’t believe a single word you are saying. You have lost all credibility. Our differences are irreconcilable. Tomorrow, I am leaving to get out of here for a while. Before I do, my lawyer will set in motion the necessary paperwork to issue divorce proceedings. Please spend the night somewhere else tonight. I plan to be back here Friday or Saturday. I expect you to have moved everything out of my house by then. The extent to which you cooperate with, and respect, my wishes will influence how fair, or not, I will be in the aftermath of all of this."
She just cried and cried and begged me to understand that it was all just a misunderstanding and that she would do ANYthing to get back to the way things were. I told her that was an impossibility. I knew that if I was physically on site, she would just draw it out; so I told her I was going out for a drive, and expected her to be gone when I came back. Thankfully, she was gone when I returned.
Oh and I recorded the entire episode. Thank you, SI, for that advice.
Anyway, here I am in the wilderness. I feel very sad and alone. I think I am more at peace in my soul, because I am no longer suffering the agony of being deprived and deceived. But I am conflicted. I did / do love this woman. Maybe she does deserve a second chance. Maybe this was just something she needed to ‘get out of her system’.
But then, I think about the many steps I have already taken to unmoor myself financially from her. When, yesterday, she discovered some of the things I have (legally) done to cut her off from me financially, I received a series of angry and incredulous texts from her. But this morning, I have been receiving texts and voice messages from—seemingly—the most loving, faithful, adoring wife any man could conjure from his wildest imaginings.
I think, as I sort all of this through, I will need to remember the angry texts from her and not the others. She has also said she wants to drive up to where I am and for us to spend ‘days’ making love – so I can physically tell (from that) that there is no way she could be suffering from divided loyalties.
I’ll be honest and say that even though it feels right and healthy and freeing to be going down this stream of separation, there is a big part of me that also wants to see if there is a way forward with her. This is truly a rollercoaster of emotions for me.