stupidsoFirst time here. Have been following other threads over last couple of weeks - reading advice/support - and realise I need not be as alone as I feel in my troubled despair. Peculiar telling strangers what has happened and asking for your thoughts. but here goes. Am I too old at 58 to be a netter?
Will try not to rattle on like an old woman and be brief.
Married young 37 years ago. We were each others "firsts" - aah how sweet maybe silly, some might say. But thats the way it was. A few years later we both strayed busy lives busy jobs office temptations. We survived and I certainly understood the heartbreak I had caused him and he me.
Life was good. Happy. We have a lovely almost grown up family. Six months ago
having had worries/niggles/wonderings growing for a year before that, finally acknowledged the unthinkable and decided to stop being the ostrich.
His first reaction was fury - at being found out (the common way of bills - hotels/restaurants etc). Then to minimise ("but it didn't mean anything). Then to attack -harking back to events long ago well pre-children.
All these months down the line he is reluctant to talk. Every day my stomach has a huge knot all day, sleep is difficult and weight has dropped off to the extent I'm now underweight.
I suppose my question is do I stay - or go through what would be a hugely complicated separation. How long has it taken anyone else out there to get beyond the overwhelming
sadness of realising your marriage has been (that's the way it seems) a sham. For this has happened at least once before that I knew abouit and 3 or 4 times besides he tells me. Things are at the moment polite and friendly. But I cant face intimacy realising that I am not his No 1 and it would seem to me never have been,and that he has had his hands inside someone elses knickers. I can't rid my mind that he will be comparing me to someone else. How to move oon? Feel like a hopeless whingebag. Thanks or reading this wandering script. Any ideas