DP and i have been together for just over 20 years. We were both young when we met (17) and her first DC when i was 18, second DC at 20.
Things seemed fine and i was very happy and felt very lucky to have found my perfect DP at a young age. My only problem was that he went out a bit tooo much, and got very very drunk.
When i was approx 7 months pregnant with my second baby, DC woke up one Sunday morning with glitter all over his lips, with a slight 'shade' to them. He also ad a little red bruise on his neck and a bit of lipstick on his collar. I asked him what it was all about and he first said 'his lips were always like that when he drinks'
. The lipstick/bruise he said must have been from me and i do remember thinking at the time that we had had some encounter either before he weant out saturday night or when he came back inthe early hours of Sunday.
Anyway, i was young, dopey and i accepted what he had said and moved on, but now and again a ? popped into my head. A month or so later i discovered Genital Warts. At first i didn't know what they were for sure, mentioned it to DP, he had a few too. Stupidly we put it down to coming from a wart that DP had had on his finger (Oh i know!!) Went to the GP who didn't say much about it other than talk to the midwife about it, i did, she didn't seem concerned, said i was fine to give bierth normally. They were still around when DS was born, had appointment for clinic to deal with them. A week before my appointment the warts vanished...every last one of them ( and there were loads) Dp's vanished at the same time. Cancelled appointment and got on with things.
Soon after we got a computer.......looked about warts..discovered the truth, they never came from DP's finger. Questioned, questioned and questioned him and in the end put it down to me having had caught it before i met DP and decided to show up at that time of pregnancy when immune system was low. Though i had always wondered why they never showed with my first pregnancy?
Gosh i am rabbiting on!
Fast forward to June of last year. After sex one night, DP could tell something was wrong with me. I was thinking about all the above again and talked to him about it. We fell asleep.
Next morning DP woke me really early and told me there had been an incident with a girl the night i had found the glitter, lipstick, bruise. He had been out with our next door neighbour, they had taken an ecstacy tablet and had 'gotten off' with a girl after the club has closed. It was round the back of the club, kissing sexual contact, he was rubbing her and her on him. He said he suddenly 'woke up' up what he was doing and left, never had intercourse with her. He felt horrendously bad, never told me the truth as he knew we would have been over (and it would have been). He blamed the tablet for making him act this way, and i have never taken drugs so don't know, but i still am a bit
about that.
What gets to me is that he still continued to go out with this friend (he had cheated that night on his partner too), so not that 'sorry' about what he had done? And obvioulsy the lieing for sooo long.
I think i am at the stage where i have accepted what happened. We were both young blah blah. What i can't get out of my head is..what that the truth? did he shag her? were there others? Is there more to tell me but he thinks by confessing to that it has made the rest ok?The fact that he lied (and there have been a few other little lies within that time) is what i am having the most problems with. I just feel weird that i am feeling like this some 16 years later and having to deal with it now that we have been for the last 10 years perfectly fine and happy without any other problems.
After the 'incident' i was always more suspicious, a bit more insecure and that slowly got worse over the years after. Dp 's going out did slow down a lot a few years later. I know now that i probably always knew that something happened that night, it was always a 'gut' feeling i had. But i lived with it and it never came up very often.
I am trying to move on, but it is really really hard. I just want to draw a line under that and forget about it. But i keep feeling there is more. It makes me weepy and sad. I keep re-thinking situations from back then. Most of all i feel angry. Angry that he never gave me the chance to deal with it at the time/make decisions about having more children with him based on what i know now. Why was i soooo stupid to not haing a problem with him going out all the time when we really couldn't afford it.
Will i get through this? Is there any books that might help? He went out on his christmas 'do' which was hard to deal with. He promised he wouldn't drink and would be home early and he did exactly that. He answers any questions i have about back then. I can see how painful it is for him everytime i bring it up. I believe he is truly sorry now, but perhaps at the time he wasn't so bothered about it being a big deal?
I dunno, i feel crappy. Good days/bad days.
What's your take on this?