Like many of the posts I have read … I never in a million years thought I would be writing here. I’m not too sure on the terminology that is used in these posts, so I’m just going to spell it out the way I know how.
Without writing a novel, I will try and give the "Coles Notes" version. My husband and I have just celebrated our 8th wedding anniversary (together in total for 12 years). The last 2/3 years of our marriage hasn’t been the best - once we welcomed our second daughter. Our marriage has been on a downhill slope (we both can agree to that), we stopped communicating effectively, we always fought (even over the smallest things), we never spent time together or made a true effort too … we got stuck in this routine of not being there for one another, not caring (even though we did care about each other). Our needs were never met on either end - he never helped me with the kids/house/daily little tasks and I never showed him the intimacy he desperately wanted. So much resentment built up and up and up towards him, I truly felt like I hated him. I would say that this past year (2023) things hit an all time low. For me, the resentment built up so bad that I completely shut off, I was even contemplating in my own mind calling it quits, separating and moving on with life because the life we were living was just not happy.
Fast forward to this summer, was when it truly hit me how bad things had gotten. A few months ago I started getting these very weird feelings (feelings I’ve never had before in my life), like when I would look at him, I didn’t know who this guy was standing in front of me - he felt like a stranger. We continued to be distant and not communicating. One night I decided that I needed to find out for myself if something was going on because things were just too weird and uncomfortable for my liking. So after wavering back and forth I decided to buy a recording device that and try to account for his whereabouts. I felt sick to my stomach for even considering this, but I just needed to know. So over the course of a few weeks throughout September/October I would hide it in places throughout the house where he would be, in his car … thinking I would hear something. My anxiety for those few weeks were through the roof … to my avail nothing. I was telling myself I was crazy for doing this and that I needed to stop. I was going to stop.
Now this is going to bring you to the events that led up to the discovery. Last Monday (October 9) we had a long 2-3 hour talk essentially about how we needed to be better and do better … let’s turn a new leaf because we love each other kind of talk. Ironically in this conversation I had asked him twice if there was something he needed to tell me or get off his chest. I flat out asked if there was something he wanted to tell me, if there was anybody else. He said no, there is nobody else (not gonna lie, he didn’t sound too convincing) and that I’m the other person he has ever loved - he has never given me a reason to doubt him so I let it be.
Over the next couple days, things were going good, we were off to a new start (or so I thought). Wednesday night (Oct 11) hit and then we kinda had another little tiff and he told me "he didn’t want to get into it right now" (neither did I). After this little episode, I decided to put the recording device in his car.
D- Day (October 12) I was on pins and needles all day. Waiting patiently for him to get home so I could go grab the recorder. I went and grabbed it, went to a private place to play through it all and heard something I can never unhear. He pulled up to some woman’s house and asked "you got some time" … a few minutes later I heard it! I f*#%ing heard it! I flew upstairs up to the bedroom where he was. Pushed the door open and yelled "you’re cheating on me". He looked like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar. He face changed his voice changed and he was denying it. I threw the recorder at him and told him what I had been doing and he better not deny it. He starts back peddling, saying it was only blowjobs, it didn’t mean anything … blah blah blah. I couldn’t believe what was happening. I kicked him out. He slept in his car in the driveway.
I called my parents and best friend. My best friend was a doll and came to spend the night with me while I was trying to process what happened. My mom came the day after to be with me and my kids (just left yesterday actually).
It’s been an entire 7 days since this has come to light. The details of what my husband have told me of this "mistake" or so he calls it include:
- it started in august
- met at a grocery store (saw each other there a couple times)
- she asked for his number, he gave it to her
- they met for coffee to talk about their marriages (apparently they are going through similar marital issues)
- he honestly didn’t mean for it to get where it did, but then they would do things in his car
- he was sick, got rid of her number and was trying to ghost her, but she was threatening him that she was going to tell me
I’m still processing. He told me that it meant nothing. He was scared to tell me because he didn’t want to lose me, he didn’t want "this" to happen. On D-Day he said it was over (but it didn’t sound over, he couldn’t tell me why he did what he did that day, but it happened).
What I’m having a really hard time with is that just a few days prior we were "turning a new leaf" (or so I thought), Thursday comes and then bam. I’m having such a difficult time processing what happened it just a few short days. He said that he was ending it because he couldn’t go on like this anymore (not sure what to believe) … he apparently went there the day after to tell her that it was over, I found out (apparently she was threatening to come to me and it scared my husband so he didn’t know what to do - again, how do I believe this).
For the past week he has been sleeping in his car in the driveway. He doesn’t want to leave because he wants to be close to us. I can see the remorse in his face and he is begging and pleading me to give him a chance to show him that our marriage can be better than it ever was before … blah blah blah. I know he loves me, I know he cares about me … but why did he make these life altering choices?! Our marriage was awful yes, but I still made choices to not do what he did.
I’m venting here. Not sure what I’m looking for. Do I work with him? Do I let him spend the rest of his life making this up to me? Do I start my exit process? I think of my kids and how bad I feel for them, I never ever thought this would be my life, that this would be the life for them. There are times when I want to work towards something and I agree that maybe things can be better than before, but on the other hand I don’t know how I can move past the betrayal. One thing is for certain, that this whole ordeal is not my husband at all. This is not his character.
What do I do, where do I start?! I’m beyond confused.