I was very angry the day that I wrote the above two messages. Ws never thought about leaving he says. But to me, I still don't believe that. He came and told me what was happening the 25th of June 2022. After three hours of conversation of where I was falling short... His words (he actually made a drawing) I was in the center, or the kids and him were in the center (fading memory of bullshit things) and I was circling around but I wasn't with them....Half an hour later boooommm "I have been having an affair for a year now".
I was shocked to say the least....But on the other hand I knew it....Deep down I knew it. Before anything started, we were in a tough spot. Our sex life was painfully non existent. I trusted him, I adored him and when he was saying that it doesn't matter because this is not the main thing in a relationship I believed him. Don' t get me wrong. We Had a healthy sexual life for the first 5 years, and then child no1 came and things calmed down even more. I became comfortable on his beliefs about sex, and you know how it is, you feel fat, and not so outstanding anymore....I became too comfortable.... I trusted him. And then I realized that I was missing those things, and when there was an empty feeling, I always kept in the forefront of my head that I didn't wanted to do anything bad to this man who I admired more than anything. Child no2 came, and things became even more difficult in the sex area. Terrible twos and threes were REAL. Years passed, love life was always sweet, but sex life was....rare....And then covid. The first quarantine was actually a time that we spent doing what we most loved. Both of us. We stayed home with the kids. But then something started to change....I would place it on september 2020. We were on vacation, and as we were walking by the sea the four of us, I ran onto an old friend of mine. I forgot about covid for just a second, we hugged and kissed (a friend's kiss not a french kiss). The guy was an old friend from childhood years, nothing more nothing less. We talked a little and said our goodbyes and left. My husband was angry as hell, because I didn't think about anyone, because I put him and our kids in danger. He cried. i coundn't believe that something like that could have such a profound effect on him. I said I'm sorry. I felt terrible.... And then something happened with my father and that was the first time that he said "if this happens again I'm leaving". Now that was the time that he was in a fb group, full of divorced people, that shared their preferences in music. My husband started making inappropriate posts in there, in the context of fan, art things, with a sexual connotation. I talked to him about that telling him that I found them inappropriate... He said to me that it was a way to make a joke..... He introduced me to the group there in one online meeting they had.
I brought a dog on March 2021, because I thought it was going to be good for the kids, after two years in quarantine. I was getting fed up by our sterilized life. That night he was furious saying "what is it that you don't have"...I said "nothing". Quarantine no3 started. We got to love the dog, he started talking with future affair partner on this fb group, and I think that he adopted the dog on June 2021 out of guilt because that was when their first time took place. One day on June, I was home and he was getting ready to go to work and we had a fight (a huge one). When I closed the door, I said to myself "if he finds another right now would you even care?"...And this is around the period that the affair started.....
I knew it....But in the same time, I was trusting him. It's difficult to point things... I never thought that he would be so direspectful. A year later when he said he was having an affair, I said what did you "give" and he replied "you know me...I gave everything". He was crying, he had already separated from her, he wanted to stay with me. He never thought I would give him another chance. But I did. I even send him to her to appropriately put an end to this. This is what I thought I should do. The following month, I posed two questions for things that mattered to me and he lied for both. He was doing damage control. Both of them I found out alone later on and when I found out the second thing in November, this is when I got his timeline without even asking for it. That month (June that is) I felt he wasn't with me. I told him to leave, go be with her, I told him I didn,t want less than what I deserved, I told him I had no problem, I just wanted to find happiness, all this because I could see his half arsed try, I could see that he was still there... The 4th of August, we had one more fight. I again told him that he must do what he wants. He said that he wanted to leave, and that he thought he was in love with her. After a month of torture, I was able to breath....I immediately removed my self from the equation (my words"I don't want to hung around with you two POS") and I went on a planned weekend vacation with my sweet kids. I felt free. I felt relieved. I decided for once that it was too much. The following two days, he cried, begged, called my best friend to talk about what a POS he was. He begged even more. To the minute that I got home, I had already thought about the next steps. I told him, that I am going to stay for the kids. He has one chance. I didn't wanted him anymore like before. I had lost all respect for him. And...then....HB started....And I said he trickled truthed to death. I stayed and stayed and stayed..
So what does that make me? I don't know anymore.
Do they affair down? The ow was well educated, of medium attractiveness, divorced because she already had cheated on her husband. She had my age and two kids. She was clever obviously and I still to this day restle with the idea that he found so many things to talk about with her ("the were talking a lot").
I guess I need you guys...that I am reading all the time your stories, that I have no words to describe how much you are helping me, to talk to me....
After those two things that I found out my self, there was nothing more, I felt early on the moment that he got her off of his system. I found my lost sexuality because it was always there, and I had concealed it through the years in order not to provoque other men, and cause unnecessary heartacke to my hb. All my sexuality is at last chanelled in the right direction: HIM. But not for him, but rather for me. And he provides what I was asking for all those years.I want what was stolen from me for years.
Maybe This isn't the right thread to write this all down. I am so tired....Because things after infidelity seem neverending. The point raised in another thread about, feeling like shit for giving another chance....Ohhhh....I think about it every other day....
What makes people THAT MEAN?