Suriving Infidelity Post
It has been about 20 years since DD 1 (September 2024). And I am still struggling and debating whether I once more should attempt to pick at this enormous, ugly scab and see if it can finally heal.
I lost all my other posts after disappearing for a long time, so having to cover some ground here.
In that intervening period shortly after D-Day my wife and I launched an anemic reconciliation in counseling whose final session (of I think roughly 4) consisted of me finally getting some of the answers I wanted involving a start date of the affair and the alleged end. That session ended with us walking to our separate cars and my wife telling me, bitterly, "Oh, and by the way, the sex was great." I responded, "I’m sure it was," (I hadn't even asked any questions about sex, knowing she wouldn't want to discuss it) and then we got in our cars and headed back to our respective work schedules. The first couple of session focused on all of the reasons why she thought she needed to have an affair. To no one’s surprise, it was pretty much my fault for being such a lousy husband.
After that last session, our counselor, with whom I was not so impressed, notified me she was closing down her practice and moving to Hawaii. I didn’t work to find another counselor, and so then we just rugswept it all mostly and got back to the business of raising our five children and trying to make it financially.
A little about the affair: after many years as a SAHM, my wife got involved in grassroots politics and eventually rose through the ranks to a position of some influence (elected by the party grassroots at the semi-annual political convention). This role pared her up in the district she had responsibility for with a male counterpart – a very stupid idea in my opinion that should be done away with – the idea was to have a man and a woman from different parts of the district dealing with the grassroots (a term for the party activists who operate at the ground level).
I didn’t think much of it at first. I trusted my wife, and in fact, I thought if anyone was at risk of an affair, it would be me. But then they started interacting a lot – especially over the telephone. She was really dressing up nicely to go to various meetings they were be attending or participating in around the district. There were plenty of occasions for them to be together. He in fact began offering to give her a ride to the quarterly meetings they would attend. Again, I trusted her.
But after I noticed the more frequent phone calls, I began to question her. She was traveling around the district A LOT – she was not earning any money, in fact this role was costing us a good deal of money, and I was not making enough to handle this, and on top of it I was now expected to raise these 5 kids, who were still allegedly being homeschooled at the time. Eventually I told her the kids had to go to school (by the way all 5 are brilliant, productive adults now with good careers.) So all of them began going to either public or private schools,
While all this was happening, I could feel her pulling away from me. Sex – which had already been infrequent for years (once very month or two) I asked her, "Are you getting too close to this guy" and she insisted no. I remember specifically a conversation with her while she was at one of these quarterly conventions about a year after starting this position, and I just felt like something had died in her on the other end of the phone.
This really then ramped up my suspicions. I began to sleuth through her journals. I find a poem, and here it is:
So,,...here goes:
"You awaken my heart
I never realized it was asleep
My heart yearned and dreamed
and reached for what it
knew was there
My mind denied its existence
Strength, honor, confidence
tender, gentle, uncertain
You take my hand
The full moon fills the sky
Your eyes peer into my soul
And I think, "Beautiful"
You touch me
My life begins again
I let you go yet again one more time
Because the alternative is a trainwreck
My life is a song for you
Every move I make is a dance for you
Every road I take leads back to you
My dreams have wings because of you
You believe in me
I conquer my fears
Because you tell me I'm strong"
Well, given our dynamics, I knew this wasn’t about me. I agonized over this, shared it with my sister, and she, who had gone through her own problems with her marriage, sympathized with both of us, and sought to assure me it was probably just a case of my wife exploring some untapped feelings given this new role, and that she surely isn’t cheating.
But things just kept getting worse. Every time she would leave for her trips it seems we would end up in arguments that seemed to come from nowhere, and she would hurl accusations at me, that I was jealous of her and intimidated by her success and just wanted to hold her back, and I couldn’t just be proud of her, etc., etc., etc. Sex became nonexistent. I am beginning to fall apart. I can’t focus, I’m constantly feeling numb, and I just didn’t know what to do. A cousin of mine had committed suicide by blowing his brains out in his car in front of a hospital emergency room – so that they could harvest his organs. One night I took the shotgun and drove to the hospital, thinking I would just do the same. But then as I pondered it I began to wonder how the kids would be affected. I tried composing a suicide note to explain it all – and realized there was nothing I could write that would ever take away that pain. I just wept, headed back to the house, and sucked it up
One night I was out on the golf course behind our house, looking at the stars, and I saw the constellation Orion, sometimes described as a great hunter, or warrior. I liked the warrior imagery. I felt God telling me it was time to fight for my marriage. I began to pray and resolve it within myself to do just that.
Eventually that brought me to pursue a Christian counselor, who I think literally saved my life, and marriage such as it is. She listened patiently, asked me a few questions, and then suggested a book for me to read, "Love Must be Tough" by James Dobson.
I got the book, read it, and immediately saw myself in its pages. The book deals with spouse, loved ones, etc. Struggling with loved ones who were addicted, in affairs, etc.
The passages on affairs described our experience to a T.
So finally I resolved I would confront. I called my wife, the AP, and his wife all on the same day, told them my concerns, and told them to end any relationship.
The AP wife was incredulous and insisted nothing was going on. The AP did the same, and assured me nothing could be further from the truth. Of course my wife did the same. But I knew better.
So I waited. I knew another quarterly conference was coming up, so I just began to gather evidence, placing a keylogger on her computer (which she discovered fairly quickly, but not after I found some emails.) I gather phone bills and tracked the volume of calls and texts.
And then, when the next quarterly meeting rolled around, I hired a private detective to tail her at the hotel. Of course, they observed her going into his room that night and called me to notify me. Because the conference was three hours away and I had charge of the kids I couldn’t just jump in the car and confront them, and of course I didn’t have their room numbers because the PI refused to give them to me. I confirmed she stayed there all night because I kept ringing her room phone at the top of the hour every hour all night long...while I lay out on the cart path on the golf course writhing in pain, in tears, sick to my stomach.
And then I laid my plan. I knew they would just try to deny it again. I knew my wife’s habits, so when she returned from the trip I secretly grabbed her dirty panties to be sent off for DNA testing. That night she returned, I sat her down, and calmly stated I know what you did, I hired a PI, and you spent the night in this man’s room. You have two choices – we go to counseling and try to repair this marriage, or you leave and go to be with him.
She adamantly denied it, we argued, I collapsed weeping, and finally, tearfully, she acknowledged they had been together, but nothing had happened, which I knew wasn’t true.
I eventually received the PI report a few days after, sent the panties off for testing, and then emailed a copy of the report to the AP partner and said he better get ready for all hell to break loose. He called me immediately, again tried to deny it, and I told him I wanted him to stay the hell away from my wife, forever, or I would convey all of this to his wife and send her the report.
Communication seemed to stop at that point (I know, I should have suspected they got burner phones or some stupid thing). We launched into those fairly useless counseling sessions already mentioned, and then tried to pretend we were married and hang together for the kids sake. I was committed to the marriage, and to her, she less so but working at it...And of course I had to live through the emotional pain of seeing my wife weeping over the end of this relationship repeatedly. It was a complete disaster emotionally. I had foolishly thought she would be immediately remorseful and would rush back into my arms. What a fool I was.
So this continues on until the next quarterly meeting. He knew what my rules were. I find out from a mutual friend that this guy had attended the meeting – but just for the day – and didn’t spend the night.
Too bad for him. I called his wife, gave her the ugly news, she was still in disbelief, but knew I wasn’t lying. And then I told her the awful news – I had actual DNA evidence showing her husband’s sperm on my wife’s panties. That pretty much sealed the deal. I asked her if she wanted the report. She said no. I imagine they had quite the conversation that night.
The next day she calls my wife and rips into her – my wife later tells me about it and I explained what I had done and what I had warned her AP I would do. Dummy.
Then he calls me, and asks me what he needed to do to resolve this. I just told him again, stay the hell away from my wife. He said, well, I would have to resign this position...Not my problem, I said, you just stay the hell away, or worse will happen. Not too much longer afterward he resigned that position and was replaced by another guy I knew but trusted, and of course there was no more riding with other men to the quarterly convention, etc.
Meanwhile, we zombie walk through our marriage for the next few years. We play at the marriage, sometimes we go to dinner and talk. Still no sex, still no real emotional bond. I think this went on for a few years until one night I just told her while we were lying next to each other in bed that I can’t go on like this, and if she didn’t reconnect, including sex, I’m filing for divorce. So eventually, she began to warm up to me, and we resumed a relationship a lot like what had preceded the affair, attempts at romance, occasional sex, and raising our kids.
This continued on for roughly another five years or so, and I think because of shifts the two of us had made emotionally, and spiritually, our marriage grew stronger, our sexual relationship began to heal, and the thoughts of the affair began to recede for me.
Still, I was troubled. My wife had never shown any remorse. There was never any "Oh please, forgive me for what I did to you. I hate that I hurt you so much." Instead, whenever I would broach the subject of remorse her response would be well, you know there were problems in our marriage, etc.
What were those problems? Well, my anger for one. I realize now it was toxic – I got it from growing up with a father who would blow up occasionally with explosive anger – he never beat us or my mom or anything, it was just toxic and ugly, and I learned that when things are stressful, etc., anger was the answer.
So, even before the affair I had begun to reel that in. One great tool was my Christian faith, which I had for many years, but was pretty weak. I began to see God as truly my helper, my good shepherd, the One who could help me whatever situation I faced, whether it was problems at work, my finances, etc.
The second problem was porn, which had become an issue earlier in the marriage as five kids and the pressures of life had taken a toll in the bedroom for her - making sex for her an afterthought at best. She discovered it (porn use) a few times, I was embarrassed and hated what I did, tried, but I did not fully conquer that demon for years. I accept what that did to her, and how that undermined the marriage. For that I do blame myself and I have to accept that in part, I am to blame - not so much the affair - but her sense of hopelessness. I have overcome in that area, but the damage had already been done and then the affair happened. Of course, the toxic stew of the affair, a sexless marriage, my loneliness, just poured gas on that fire for a while, but with God’s help and my emotional and spiritual growth, I’m finally healed. Of course, none of that is an excuse for her affair. She could have put her foot down, insisted I get into counseling and deal with this or be divorced. She had other options, she instead just chose the most painful, hurtful one possible.
So now we have I think a pretty good marriage. We enjoy each other’s company. We go on trips to visit our children. We communicate our love. Our bedroom intimacy is typically weekly. I am healed in many ways.
So my question ..... why won’t this nagging frustration over her lack of explicit remorse, and failure to connect with my pain, my story, go away? Should it? I went to counseling on my own last year just to work through forgiveness. I think I largely have. But then he suggested, well maybe you just need to also forgive your wife for being unable to give you that remorse? Hmmm. Maybe that’s right.
But then I wonder. Did I ever get all the truth. Of course the "sex was great" comment destroyed me....and I imagine that she did things with him she would never contemplate with me. It’s a pretty modest kind of sexual relationship for us.
Her years of deadness and me having to finally demand an emotional reconnection – was that evidence of the affair continuing in some way – even if just in her head? Was this the only affair? She has previously said yes, but I don’t know.
What about the years prior of emotional coolness and detached lovemaking? I craved her, and yet it seemed she could only offer me perfunctory intimacy.....it was like a wall was there I could never penetrate. I remember that when I proposed she had to think about it a day or two.....like a business deal or something. And she couldn’t consummate our marriage on our honeymoon – nerves or something – and yet I knew she wasn’t a virgin, and even had written in her journal one time about the pleasure of giving up her virginity.
So I often think she started marriage with me as a safe, logical choice. But her heart perhaps was never really in it.
Now, it seems it is......or has she finally decided it is what it is and she’s going to make the best of it.
So, question to all you WS, BS, etc. Do I need to pick this scab until I get what I desire....or should I just keep the bandage on, pray for healing, keep leaning into forgiveness, and hope that time heals all wounds? I have to say I feel a lot like Frodo Baggins at the end of Lord of the Rings, where he recognizes that he carries with him a pain that will never heal this side of Eternity, and so he sets sail with the elves to the Undying Lands.
There is much to be thankful for. I am healed of rage, sexual brokeness. We have a good, functioning, loving marriage in many ways. Our kids are adults, with good careers and children of their own. I fought for this marriage in order to save our family, and, really, I have won....thanks to God’s great mercy and help. I went as a warrior into battle, and survived.
Anyway, there it is. Pick the scab? Or just keep that bandage on and continue to heal on my own. Feel free to offer advice or pile on as you think. And thanks for anyone who had the fortitude to read through this whole mess. God bless you all. I'm sorry for anyone who has ended up on this board, but I'm thankful for the hardy souls who have stayed in here and offered so much comfort to the brokenhearted, the wanderers, those all who feel trapped in their poor decisions. We all need His mercy and grace.
[This message edited by JimBetrayed62 at 4:06 AM, Thursday, January 16th]