Wife and I have been together a decade, married over half, two young children. We're on our second home, bought predominantly with my parents money. I supported her through her countless career choices (4+), staying in an awful job that destroyed my mental health to keep the bills paid until she finally settled and started a successful business she's now only really used to enrich herself (new car, cosmetic surgery, clothing, holidays £60k+ spent in one year).
Then I stumble upon social media messages from a guy, she was desperate to meet up after a girls night, there was even planning to meet for a getaway during a work trip.
I confront, devastated. I finally get her to admit to she saw him on a trip to London and she claims she just made out. We argue, she wants to separate. I stupidly convince her to stay. We lay out new rules, we address my issues, At this time I didn't recognize I was severely depressed/bipolar. She finds my bad episodes an affront to her and so I try my best to remain good.
5 months of me trying my best, and even acknowledged my her how good I am. I stumble upon more social media messages to another man, sharing photos, flirting, I confront her immediately and she deletes before I can read any more. All just before Christmas. Queue confrontation, and finally she doesn't agree to amend and we initiate a trial separation. I beg her to focus on herself and our future, she agrees to cut contact with his man for the trial (lasts a week), things degrade post Christmas, she then acknowledges she's meeting this guy. I ask for ground rules, she insists with disgust on her face that there will be no sex. I find out when she said that too my face she was already sleeping with him. She only admits this when irrefutable evidence exposed her straight face lies. Her lie was so convincing, until she couldn't hide it. It made me realize everything she has ever told me could be a lie.
My love, life and world is firmly destroyed. I put the formal divorce application in and contact a solicitor. She tried to move out into a rental, but screwed up by over asking, now she's secured a house purchase near by but remains in the family home spare room.
She insists she never cheated. After pointing out the plain facts, she then insists I drove her to cheat (but it's not cheating) for been a horrible husband. I point out I have never abused her, I have never hit her, I have never cheated, I never scream at her, we share house chores (yet I do all the garden work, DIY, maintenance, manage all the bills which she never acknowledges), we look after the kids equally, I've been a great father.
What made me a horrible husband was something would trigger an argument, and rather than try to talk it out, she would berate me, blame me and turn it into a fight, I would shutdown. She called it the silent treatment. Looking back this was my depression taking hold and just shutting me down. I didn't know this was happening, I just wanted to not be blamed for everything and not argue.
This was formal abuse in her mind and made it justified for sleeping around, lying to my face for years and then leaving me, taking a significant part of my pension, a large chunk of my parents gifted deposit and half my kids lives from me.
I now hang onto my sanity by a literal thread. Suicide hasn't crossed my mind, but the reasons against it have evaporated. Disappearing, leaving the country and just running away is damn enticing. I'm trying therapy, I've tried anti-depressants. But I look at my future, my children's broken home and just despair. How can I trust anyone ever again. Every time I see my children and I feel like I failed them and now I will lose them. When I sit with them I see them as a permanent connection to the person that has commit the most heinous evil act against me. A person who I bent over backwards for, erased my own identify for, supported and built an incredible life with ... just burnt to the ground because I tortured her once every 3-6 months with ... silent treatment? I know my communication wasn't brilliant, I know I made mistakes, but she can never point to a single thing that was truly heinous.
How do you move on from this? How should I feel? Am I really the bad person here? She is convinced I am. But my whole world is shattered and I don't know up from down anymore.