julietjeskeblog.com/2012/05/on-being-a-straight-spouse-broken-memories/
And here is more on the straight spouse experience, in a very well written blog:
I was then faced with the harsh realization that on some level my entire marriage was a fraud. The depths of deep sorrow are hard to describe really, and the confusion of others towards me never really ends. Many cannot contemplate how insidious the wound of being a straight spouse, cuts right through a person. Meaning well they will flippantly try to reassure me with lines such as…
"Well at least he didn’t cheat on you with a woman"
All I can think is, well if he cheated on me with a woman at least I could understand that. Infidelity is common in many marriages and some even survive the trauma. If he had cheated on me with a woman we might still be together. Depending on the specific circumstances I might have been able to forgive him and move on. Marriage is a lifetime commitment and a lifetime leaves plenty of chances to make some fairly big mistakes. As it stands I have to live with the knowledge that he never really wanted me. That realization is horrifically painful.
"You know he really loved you, he couldn’t help he was gay"
I guess but, if he really loved me he wouldn’t have used me in this way. He knew what he was doing to me, he knew his was keeping secrets, he knew he was lying. I don’t quite understand the concept of “The Closet” as he has admitted he has known since he was a child, and then in the same breath tried to reconcile his relationship with me. So which was it? I can’t help but think he was just suppressing what he knew was there all along and I was his collateral damage. And what damage, nine years of a life, years of sacrifice and compromise, and romance that wasn’t real.
The suicide rate for straight spouses is three times higher than those in a traditional divorce. A straight spouse has to deal with a lot: damaged sexuality, loss of trust, social stigma, and wounded self-esteem. To make matters worse, a straight spouse cannot even look back to happier memories, as even they become tainted. My happy memories, broken like crumpled photographs that cannot be flattened properly no matter what method I try. As if the photographic images have scratches ground into them permanently across smiling faces. The first time I met my ex, our first kiss, and of course my entire nine years of sex with a man who didn’t really want to be there. Our first apartment, our first Christmas, every memory is now clouded and defamed. And I wonder what are these memories like to him? I can’t imagine and I don’t really care. My feelings for him have changed so much, he was once so important so central to my being and now he is just someone who knows me so well but I really never knew at all.
My entire wedding haunts me now, as one big farce. I had an absolutely beautiful ceremony, perfect weather, supportive families, and a wonderful, gorgeous celebration. I look back at it now and want to erase it from my brain. I am not angry anymore as I gave up on the anger a while ago. The rage was doing no more than grinding me down, so I released it. But I still feel a deep sadness that will flare up from time to time at times completely unexpectedly. I will find myself staring off thinking about one aspect of it, and others around me will comment that I look sad or lost. I don’t realize I am doing this, it is as if my mind just takes over for a few minutes and I sink back into the sorrow if only for a moment. And the trust issues are tantamount, I can’t fathom being married again, it is just so foreign a concept after what I went through.
And because nobody wants to be a homophobe, and also because nobody can really relate at all, on any level, you get, "What's bad is that he (or she) cheated. The gay bit doesn't matter, surely?"
Well yes, the gay thing does matter, because that is the part that makes every minute of the relationship a lie, a massive fraud, and the knowledge that you have been used nearly kills you.
A man facing the end of his marriage to you would additionally be faced with, "Whoooooarrrr. She likes women! HOT!!!!"
No, it's not hot.
It's just hell.