Sorry to keep coming back on here, but still no one I can tell or talk to. Not shared it with anyone in person and don't know any other way of getting it off my chest. It's been nearly two months since OH confessed to at least 3 ONS in 5 years. Still she wont discuss it except on her terms, says she can't remember most of the details which is just bullshit. She's carrying on as if it's nothing. I'm bottling it up trying desperately to act normal, not least for the kids but just to seem normal to the outside world. They and she now saying how much we're all looking forward to going on holiday in a few weeks and the things we're going to do as a family, while I'm thinking is it me that's insane, the thought of driving for hours playing happy families but all the while thinking and visualising her shagging a stranger on the backseat of our car as she did.
I'm obsessing 24/7, I managed to work out who two of the three (at least) are (and after I did she admitted it was them), and I'm mortified when I realise I've been at her work and social events with one of them (her colleague), and around the time they were doing it as well and many times since, me sitting there having a drink and chat with this guy on more than one occasion. Now I feel like a total mug for not realising. She says yes she brought him back to our (old) house, but reckons they didn't do it there, just at his place. I struggle to believe that's true, but anyway, does it matter? She brought him back to our house, while I was away with work! And me calling and getting no answer or straight to voicemail and thinking nothing of it other than hoping she was okay. What am I meant to make of that, whether they did it there or not? Am I meant to say "how jolly decent of you dear"?
I don't know how much longer I can keep up the facade for the sake of the kids or otherwise. We're due to go on holiday soon and there is just no way I can face it.
Part of me wants to play the long game, plan ahead and f'ck off the minute the youngest is old enough, 18/21 maybe? But that's a few years away. In the meantime I don't want the kids to feel any hurt at all, by me, OH or towards either of us. They love their Mum quite rightly. So do I (maybe not quite so rightly), but this pain, grief, humiliation, confusion, devastation, when does it end?
So sorry, I know there's worse things in the world, but it doesn't feel like it right now.