Long sorry, and I have nc'd for this.
I discovered my DH having a major flirt nearly 2 years ago, (at a night out I couldn't attend) and until then I really (stupidly) believed he only had eyes for me. We have always had a good sex life (and that has mostly continued) and so I was devastated as he and this woman had apparently drunkenly flirted openly and sexually for 4 hours and in front of many of our friends (I had just had a baby 5 months previously). I know many people in marriages flirt but we never have, I adored my DH and we'd been together 7 yrs and married only two.
He then, after much questioning from me, admitted that he had a porn habit, and on trips away he had been to lap dancing clubs (I asked years ago that he stopped doing this as I hated that he had been in the past) and he later admitted he had used a massage parlour once during our time together (hand relief 'only' apparently!) which was a throwback to his 'previous life and friends' who all used them 'once or twice a year'.
The prostitute incident was about 5 years ago, and the lap dancing clubs much more recent.
I was naturally horrified by the drip feeding of this information over about 8 months, but with a baby to bf and very little sleep I was just existing like a zombie in between arguments and sadness.
Because I loved my DH so much and he begged forgiveness (and threatened suicide) I have tried to make this work, but even though he has given me all his passwords, changed his life dramatically (never goes out except to work and never goes away without me) and has totally cut out porn (we now share a computer and I have access to his phone anytime) and we've had councilling together (disaster) and apart (more successful, I can't forget what he did and I can't stop throwing it back at him and arguing about it all.
It is almost as raw today as the day I found out, and even though DH is so different and has worked so hard to prove himself over the last 2 years, so much has been destroyed. It isn't so much the trust anymore, because after two years I can see he is open and honest about everything, and is desperate to make this work, and loves me so obviously and so much, but I have no respect for him anymore and can be really awful to him.
I hate the person I have become, I hate the person I see in the mirror everyday, my confidence is low and I hate how angry I am with him all the time. Unbelievably, I still love my husband, and don't want to be away from him, but he thinks I hate him because of my utter lack of respect for him. The arguments are destroying us daily.
I am feeling desperate now as I feel time is running out for us, we have argued tonight and DH has gone out in the car after I told him I felt a separation might help. DH is 46 and says I am his world and without me his life is not worth living. He is talking about suicide again regularly as he says he is too old to start again.
Does anyone please have some advice, or a happy ending story from their own experience or are we just on the slippery slope to break up?
Sorry for rambling, I am just not thinking clearly.