Hi - I usualy lurk not post, but really need to get this out. Not sure what I am hoping to hear or if just posting will help. Sorry its so long.
I have been with my OH for 18 years, we have had a fantastic relationshing. Loving, communicative and supportive. When baby 3 was born 2 1/2 years ago, he was and is still not a sleeper. At this time we also moved and my partner was was relocating his business, he got in his head that he needed it done before the bay came. He then became more distant and working more and more. We have had some lovely moments, holidays, the odd weekend away but I thought we were both on the same page that we were together in the daily treadmill of work and tiredness and that it would improve when the kids got older.
About 6 months or so ago things started to get worse, classic signs of depression from my OH, distant, not wanting to partake in his hobbies (he is a classic motor bike nut), snappy irritable, working crazy hours. I suggested several times he might be depressed but he wouldnt have it. In Sept OH brother got married in Finland, it coincided with the first week back at school so it was decided he would go and I would stay home. He then decided to do it as a road trip with his sister, driving the van but taking his classis bike to do some parts of the journey - I thought great, he is showing some enthusiasm in something, even though it meant being home alone with a broken arm and two under 5's and 3 horses for best part of a week. Unfortunately his beloved bike blew up on route so when he got there he was devastated.
When he got back he was much worse, I presumed it was the disapointment of his bike trip and tiredness of a 28 hour drive. The next day he learned his Grandma had pancreatic cancer, but as the weeks went on he was being positively vile towards me. On 1st Nov we had a showdown and I said 'Why are you with me?', if you want to go then do the manly thing and go, Do you even want to be with me? do you love me. His reply to everything was 'I DONT KNOW'. I asked him if there had been someone else, he went quiet and said in Finland he had met someone he liked but nothing happened. Later in the day he said he had talked to this girl for an hour and when she went to leave she kissed him, he said he was shocked at first but responded, then broke away and said I can't so this. The next day he said after he had broken off the kiss he walked her to the door to her taxi and kissed her again. He said he knew he shouldn't, in his head he was thinking 'I don't do this sort of thing', but for some reason kissed her again, he said it was a fairly passionate snog, he said he felt 'stirrings' and that seemed to snap him out of it and he apoligised and said sorry I cant do this and walked away. He was completely drunk (unusual for him), apparently he had the best part of a bottle of single malt whiskey.
In my rage I facebooked her and she basically said 'so what', it was just a drunken snog with a man I thought was single, your relationship problems are not my issue (true) so I think I believe that is all there was to it. He said he was sure he had talked about me and the kids though.
He said he was devastated by what he had done and was going to tell me straight away, but couldn't find the right time, he felt certain that I would not forgive him and that would be the end of our realtionship, when he did tell me he was shocked at how devasted I was hence drip feeding the details to me. He understands that by doing this he has made it so much worse as he was lying.
He has seen the doctor for his depression and is receiving councellng, we are also doing relate councelling together. He says he knows loves me but at that time he couldnt see past his dark hopeless feelings and the thought that I would never forgive him.
He can't realy explain why he kissed the girl, he said she was young and pretty, but not exceptional and certainly not as attractive as me, he was flattered by her attention but mainly it was the fact that it was 'wrong' and not what 'he - Good Mark' would do, he siad being 'good Mark' was like bing in a dark hole and he wanted to secape. Sometimes I think I understand, then irrational me thinks he must have wanted her more to risk our whole livfe for just a snog.
Its been a month now, I am calming down and feeling more rational. In the first week I had a massive panic attack and collpased at work and had a short course of diazepam to get me through. I now have that Humiliation to cope with too.
I don't know what was worse, him saying he didn't know if he loved me or the thought that he had strayed, albeit in a minor way. He realy is trying hard, which must be difficult when he is also trying to face up to his depression.
Our family is being supportive but I sort of feel that Mark is the victim, he is the one with depression and I am the baddie overreacting to 'just a drunken snog'. I can't describe to them how much this has hurt me. I see a future for our relationship, sex has certainly been great but will I ever get rid of this gnawing anxiety of 'does he realy love me?' 'Am I good enough?' 'Is it because she was younger (she is 26 I am nearly 42) and prettier?. I also worry about being able to let this go and not pushing him away.
If anyone has been through the same I woulsd love to know how you coped. Many thanks