Hi Everyone,
I joined several months ago, but ever since DDay in March, I have been too busy having rug pulled out from under me to post. I was also scared that somehow my kids would find this before I told them what had been going on.
I don't know if I should post here or in the "Just Found Out" board, but since I didn't just find out, I figured this was better. If I need to post in both to join officially, please let me know.
So, here is my story. I'm 55. I got married to my stbxwh in 1996. We have two girls in their twenties. The two of us have had recurring conversations about frustrations we both had in the marriage, but they've always been mild. My concerns were that he'd always wanted to try sex with someone else, and told me that he didn't believe in unconditional love. I think that caused me to have a lot of abandonment fears, but I believed until til death... so I tried to work through all of that. We'd talked about ensuring that if we ever had major issues, we'd talk to each other if the idea of "divorce" ever came up for us. We never have. Everyone thinks we are the perfect couple. Our daughters and their friends call us "couple goals". I thought we were happy.
Several years ago, my husband told me that he was tired of putting me and the girls first. He said he needed to put himself first. I was shocked but told him of course, do what you need to feel better. He told me he was going to start taking some lessons and join an online group for one of his pastimes. I supported him in that. I remember feeling really scared, but I was doing what he needed, right? He also told me he needed more help with home projects. I coordinated two major ones. I added "what did I do for husband today" to my gratitude journal and ensured that I showed him acts of service everyday since I know that is how he receives love. I thought I was doing everything he asked for.
I also repeatedly checked in on him. Are you ok? Are we ok? He told me over and over "I'm fine". He even occasionally got upset with me when I would ask if he was mad at me. He'd say "I'm not, but if you keep asking me if I am, that will make me mad." I trusted his word, and assumed we were good.
Fast forward to March. He told me that he'd fallen in love with someone online, and seemed to want me to bless his relationship but stay married. He'd told her that he would never leave me, but that he wanted to explore with her. She was also married and said she wouldn't leave her husband either. WH told me it was only an emotional affair.
I told him it was me or her. We decided to work on our marriage. He wrote her a no contact letter, but then sent her two notes (which he later told me about). He also told me later that it was a sexual affair online, and that he'd traveled once to see her and be with her physically. We started couple's counseling. We read parts of Not Just Friends and How to help your Partner Heal... We did not tell our kids because we were going to work it out. We both started going to IC.
During this time, he started crying every day about how lonely, neglected, and abandoned he'd felt in the past few years. I had seen him cry ONCE in the past few years before this.
In less than a month and a half, he let me know that he wanted a divorce. He's decided that I am too dependent, too controlling, and that he doesn't have his own identity outside of our marriage. He also wants to be able to fall in love with others if he finds that interesting. He's now saying he's open to exploring things with his AP, who has recently filed for divorce. So, two marriages destroyed.
In less than 3 months, I learned of his infidelity, had him lie to me repeatedly, was told we were reconciling, and then told that we weren't. Now, I'm going to have to move out, plan a divorce, get my finances separate, and give up every dream I've ever had of how the second half of my life would play out. I'm a total mess. He gets everything he wants. The house, his freedom, and his family because I promised to try to spend time with him and the girls to keep things comfortable for them. We are still in the same house but are essentially separated.
We told our daughters two days ago. We agreed not to trash talk each other, but he asked me to take a lot of responsibility for the whole "he was so lonely and neglected" thing. We did tell them about the affair, but I think that information sort of made it seem like it was a fair choice he made. Last night they came over to hang out with us and I fell completely apart.
Now I'm scared that they will think he is the stable, safe parent. Nevermind that he's had several years to work through his stuff, and I am going through a very new trauma. They both said they understood, but I'm just a mess and scared of everything right now.
I have read through a bit of the fears / realities post which is helping some.
Bad stuff: I don't know anything about divorce. Both of my parents are dead and I have no siblings or other family besides my girls.
On the good side: I have a good job, I have one lifeline friend, and many newer friends have been coming out of the woodwork to be kind to me ever since I shared with a few of them that something really hard was going on in my personal life. My daughters are essentially grown and they are both wonderful.
I've probably written too much, but I could really use some support. I'd love to connect with some folks who are further along than me who can help me know that I'll be ok, and what I need to do to get there. I'm sending healing thoughts to all who have to be on this thread.