Hopping on very very late to chime in on this.
Recap: My husband had all the signs of an unfaithful spouse in 2018 and late 2017. All the classics: denied, how dare I, I was the problem,I was no fun, he was not happy.
He left in Aug-Dec 2018 and said he was depressed. Of course I asked a billion times about another person. How dare I! He was sad and needed space and time. But said we should divorce. Came home holidays 2018. Phew! Crisis averted.
In July 2020, I (for the first time ever. Guided by the spirits? Ready for the info according to the universe) I looked at his email. I went into his password book and found evidence of the affair in 2018. All the "rebuilding" all my grateful acceptance of the time he had spent away to "get his head straight."
This group can understand how my reality tilted. All the times I had asked in a kind and loving way. All the times I had presented calm pleas to please help me understand. The 20lbs I lost in 3 weeks (never do this) as I vomited and shook after he left with no warning that one random Saturday morning. Telling my accountant, my financial adviser and my adult kids (a remarriage for us both), because I believed we were likely to divorce (based on his direction).
All the months alone, scared and embarrassed. He was in Atlanta every chance he could. We lived no where near Atlanta. A 3 hour plane ride in fact. Reconnected with a woman he had dated years ago who was now widowed. He is a dead ringer (pun totally intended) for her dead husband. Like shocking. Girl had a type. I am not saying she bewitched him but come on, man! She knew he was married and I had no idea.
I confronted him. He trickle truthed and was belligerent, mean and childish. Why did I not kick him out that day? I was 2 years into my gratitude of his being home. It was the pandemic and we were preparing to move halfway across the country for his job. House was sold. Possessions in the POD. I did not have the bandwidth to make a big change. In the first 6 months, he ended up doing a polygraph, committed in a mature way to healing. Acknowldged his actions and Here we are 4 years later.
He is a much better version of himself. I am a permanently lesser version of myself. I do not sugar coat anything. We laugh more. It will never be the same. But I am here and I will never be as weak as I was. My clarity on my adult children being my absolute reason for living is clear. He is a distant second. He should be and he knows that. He lost the oodles and oodles of love, loyalty and generosity that comes with being my person. What we have is different.
It's working.
But I would give anything to have known, really known, what was happening. I don't know why the universe (and HE) did not let me learn the truth until 2 years after the fact. But that's the way it went. It was fun being a romantic. It was fun being carefree and feeling lucky. This is a sedate and mellow feeling.
I had no knowledge of SI. Yours truly made every mistake in the book. I would have loved an anonymous letter. Something to point me where he could not.
I will always be the letter writer if I have actual knowledge someone is being cheated on.