why did he go back to his wife
I will speculate on answering this question. I know why my husband wanted to come back to me after he lived with his AP following DDay. He went all in with her.
I’m unsure if he explained to her the reasons he left her to return to the 40 year life that he had with me.
From what he told me, she did ask why. She even suggested he stay in her guest bedroom. I’m assuming that she was just trying to hang on to the life they had together..full of restaurants, theatres , travels, intimacies, meals with her friends not his, meeting her brothers and nephews, not his family, just the two of them. She cared for him in ways I rarely did. He loved it until it wore off. Interesting way to live. Quite one sided.
She called him while he had moved into a hotel. I would not take him back right away. They talked. But he did not return to her.
I know she experienced weight loss, betrayal trauma just like I did when I separated from my husband. She knew that he was a liar, and a manipulator and so was she.
It’s true that the pull of his whole previous life with me was powerful, and he was full of regrets, remorse and shame at what he did.
Those feelings were stronger than any « happiness » he experienced living with her. In other words, his life with her was getting lonelier. Their mutual alcohol abuse was out of control.
In simpler terms, he missed his familiar life. Though I know it’s not as simple as that.
She probably figured this out over time and I think she was just as superficial in her feelings and thinking as was my husband at the time.
It never is about the abandoned spouse or the AP. It’s about the unhappy, insecure feelings of the cheater. So if she believed this man would be ´happier’ with her, than with me, she was so wrong, his issues were with himself and he just brought those same issues to her home. And for the time they were living together, apparently she was’ happy’. Maybe. I don’t know, I was not there.
I’d like to add the obvious, they both messed up their own lives, my life, our adult children’s lives, to some degree our older grandchildren lives, his family members lives and mine. We do not forget. Sigh.