Hi,
So my DH and I have had a very rocky ten years, culminating in, three years ago him moving out. However we always stayed really close, carried on sleeping together, doing things as a family etc, and to my mind we were somehow going to fix things. It always felt a bit overwhelming and stuck when we tried to talk about it but we certainly never got to the point of stating that it was definitely over.
Then four months ago I got the most hideous shock of my life when I found out, in a really horrible way (my DCs referring to her having accompanied them on an outing, basically) that he's started seeing someone else. He denied it initially but then it became pretty obvious and he didn't really have anywhere to hide.
At this point I had a massive hysterical emotional reaction of almost begging him to make another go of our marriage, move back in (his having lived separately was pretty much initiated by me), realising how much I love him and how much I don't want our family to be broken. I'm not proud of having laid myself bare like that but it really was how I felt -- desperate.
His reaction to this was to keep on saying he wasn't sure. But when I said 'look if you've met someone else let's end our relationship properly' he said he wasn't sure about that either, that he still loved me and wasn't ready to turn his back on us. The horrible thing about it was that throughout this time he kept on seeing her, and lying to me about it, I kept having to find out things from snooping and getting proof and confronting him. Each time it happened I was very clear that all I wanted was for him to be honest and stop lying. But he still kept on just saying he wasn't sure, he wasn't ready for us to end it. So this hideousness continued for a couple of months until I got to the point where I was so exhausted by the emotional roller coaster of it all that I said he had to either end it with her or I'd end our relationship.
So he decided to end it with her. And for a very short while it was really intense with us, mind-blowing sex, lots more time together than before, etc. But he kept being honest that he still wasn't sure his feelings were where they needed to be. And then last week I find out that he's actually been carrying on seeing her and when I confront him about it I just get anger, that he can't be expected to just cut her off dead, that I'm being controlling, etc etc.
Shit eh. I just need to accept that it's over, he doesn't really love me, and walk away.
The problem is I just don't know where to find my backbone. Despite my better judgement I continue to cling on for dear life. The reason I've endured the fuckwittage thus far is my sheer terror of properly letting go and facing the loss of the marriage I thought I was in for life. The thought of inflicting a fragmented childhood on my two DCs (8 and 5) and coping on my own whilst trying to heal a broken heart... oof. I just don't know how I'm going to do it, but my head knows that this is the only thing I can do right now if I'm to emerge with a modicum of self-respect intact.
Any tales of similar 'I did what I had to do, faced heartbreak and survived' would be very welcome at this point.
Thanks so much for reading.