This is a long story, but I need to get it all out ? and if anyone has the time to read, I would be VERY grateful for some support and virtual hugs.......
I have known my husband for over 30 years, and been married for 27 years. We have 3 teenage daughters (18, 16 and 13) and have enjoyed a happy, comfortable family life.
Fourteen years ago we relocated from the UK to Ireland due to his work. It was tough leaving my friends and family, but we have made a good life for ourselves here. Cracks began to appear in our marriage after he started a new job (with the same company) which necessitated him being away from home during the week. I missed him terribly and struggled with my role as a "single mum" during the week. Things became harder after his recently widowed mother came to live with us. She was an amazing lady and I got on very well with her, but a series of strokes and poor health rendered me a full time carer and it was tough. I couldn't help but feel a bit of resentment towards my husband as he gave me so little thanks or emotional support and expected me to just get on with caring for our daughters, his mum ? and continue to work part time, while he worked away all week. His mother eventually moved in to a nursing home and it did make life easier. Sadly, she passed away 6 months ago.
About 4 years ago I started to become suspicious of my husband. His trips away became longer, sometimes staying away all weekend, He started spending a ridiculous amount of time on his laptop at home in his office at home on his new genealogy hobby and his mobile phone was always bleeping with texts which he would instantly reply to ? not something he was ever quick to do with work related messages. Eventually, in October 2009 the truth came out ? he was having an affair and was going to leave. We talked, we cried, and talked some more. He had it in his head that I wanted out of our marriage because I was always complaining, and he accused me of being unfaithful to him as I had, understandably due to the time we spent apart, developed new friendships with people he did not know. The OW was an old girlfriend from his past, before he and I were married and it got me wondering exactly how long it had been going on. All our married life? Did they have kids together? He was very economical with the truth, so I had to play detective, hack his computer and get all the sordid grisly details of their affair.
After much heartfelt discussion and soul searching, he agreed to end the affair and we decided to concentrate our efforts in fixing the marriage. I set up counselling for us, but he only attended one session with me, as his work schedule made it difficult for him to attend. In hindsight I think he only stayed because he was too weak to tell his daughters or his mother the ugly truth. We muddled along and seemed to be making progress, but I always had a nagging doubt and the trust was never restored. More importantly, he never showed any remorse for what he had done and it made it so hard for me to love and respect him as I had before. At that time I also wrote to the OW a couple of times, just so I could get her side of the story. I did not want a screaming match and I was, under the circumstances, very controlled. I figured women were better at talking. She eventually replied confirming their affair was over and she did not want anything more to do with him as he had let her down so badly.
Last summer he confessed to me they had been seeing each other again, but it was definitely over. But I was more sceptical than ever. When a Valentines card arrived from her to him at the house this year I confronted him again and he swore blind he was not seeing her. However, a few weeks later, just before Easter, he announced to me that our marriage was over and he wanted a ?proper? relationship with her.
Since Easter I have gone through the emotional see-saw of begging him to stay, feeling utterly broken and suicidal, white rage and anger about just how much of an idiot I have been to cling to the hope we can ever have a happy ever after, and outrage and disbelief at him for doing this to me, and or daughters. Throughout all this I have spoken to nobody until recently. I figured that I had to protect our daughters and our friends and family?s perception of our marriage. I guess it was a case of once everyone knew, there would be no going back. So I have kept the entire trauma and upset to myself for all these years. I became withdrawn from everyone, a shadow of my former bubbly self and very, very lonely. But finally, I have spoken to my mum, my sisters and a couple of friends. I am also seeing a counsellor and I am now only beginning to realise just what psychological damage has been done by keeping this secret to myself for so long.
I do not want him back. I am sure of that. Even if he grovelled on his belly, I could never trust or respect him again. If I could I would throw him out of the house tomorrow and say ?good riddance?. But I can?t. We have to work out a separation agreement and a way of co-parenting. Our daughters still do not know and we have not ?gone public? with our separation as we have agreed to wait until after our daughter finishes her exams later this month. And the agony of keeping up this ?happy families? pantomime is agony. Ageist this backdrop we are trying to work out the best way to separate.
His proposal is that rather than come home every weekend, as he has been doing by and large for the last few years, he will come home every other weekend, thus spending one weekend with the OW in the UK and one with his family in Ireland. It is made all the more complicated because we live Ireland and his work and OW are both in the UK. My initial reaction was that he could not come back to the family home, but how else can he see his daughters (assuming they will want to see him) if I don?t allow him back to the home to visit them?
I am still in a very bad place. However, it is becoming very apparent that the decision to end our marriage is one he made a very long time ago. However, I am struggling to process the enormity of it all. They say the deeper the emotional attachment, the deeper the pain. His emotional attachment and resulting pain are negligible. However, my emotion attachment to him is profound and the pain is overbearing. He represented my hopes, my dreams and the rest of my life. All the struggles of recent years, the forced time apart, the darker days of caring for his mother - it all seemed worth it as I was clinging to the hope we were working together towards a brighter future and happy ever after in our life together ? taking pride in our daughters growing in to young adults, grandchildren, travelling together to all the places we talked about, entertaining, enjoying life and each other. And now that future is gone and I am facing a deep black hole. I won't be fobbed off with all the clichés of "time is a healer", "you will meet someone better", etc. I know I will get through this but right now it is fucking hard to see how. He accuses me of being too emotional, of acting the victim and he does not seem to want to comprehend, let alone care about the effect this is having on me. I do accept a certain degree of responsibility for the position in which we now find ourselves and I wish I had acted sooner to fix things rather than talking about it every so often and then ignoring it and hoping it would go away. But there is no future in the past ? it is all ancient history now.
He does not seem willing to take any responsibility or show any remorse for what he is doing to me. He simply expects me to willingly sign up to his ?I want my cake and I want to eat it" agenda, care for our children (and God knows they are going to need that in HUGE doses), maintain an enormous house and continue to live in a foreign country (which we only moved to because of his job), launch myself in to a new career because our finances will not support his new agenda - all this against a backdrop of having me future hopes and dreams smashed and coasting off in to a blissful sunset annihilated. I am totally broken and the person whom I would always turn to and rely on is the engineer of my situation.
So that is my story. Why have I written it all down here? I guess I need a few friends right now and advice as I negotiate the terms of the separation agreement.
I have painted my husband as a total bastard ? which is exactly what he has been to me. However, he does have a strong sense of duty and I know that he in spite of what he has done to me, he adores his children and he shares my wish that their pain be minimal and their lives be destabilised as little as possible.
I am sorry this is so long. Writing it has been very therapeutic though.
Thank you for reading :)
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scarletts · 17/06/2013 05:22
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