God damn it.
Every time I think I've got a handle on things, I get kicked in the balls.
Over the weekend our kids were away at camp. Well, they were all meant to be, anyway. They'd spent most of the weeks off school ill with an awful tummy bug, so I'd been spending time mopping up various bodily fluids from all of them. In the end three made it to camp and the fourth went to Nanny's house, though my eldest was later sent there too when they fell ill again.
Anyway, that left me and my wife to talk for the weekend. It started well enough; on Friday night she told me that she wanted to stay and try to make it work. She agreed to cut all contact with him, other than for work. She still refused to leave her job though, so would be working sitting next to him all day.
When I told her on Saturday that meant actually blocking him on Facebook and not talking to him at all about his feelings and how he was dealing with things, she started finding it tougher. They'd lied to someone at work, the person who's house she had pretended to be around on the night it happened, who had just found out and who wasn't happy. My wife wanted to call him and discuss it. I said no; he should be talking with his other friends. He was not her problem.
On Sunday she blocked him (finally), though it was a bad start to the day when pretty much the first thing she said to me that morning was how much she was missing speaking with him, which she had gotten into the habit of doing while I wasn't awake in the morning. Not sure at all what she hoped to get from telling me that.
We worked closely as a team when we had to take my youngest to the hospital A&E that afternoon as he was suffering terribly from dehydration; five days of non-stop pooing and vomiting does that to a three year old I suppose.
Then, today (Monday) was the first day I was left to my own devices as I went into the office for the first time in over a week. On the drive home a few things subconsciously weren't adding up about the timelines and the jump from kissing to sleeping together. So, once the kids were in bed I asked her. And I used the phrase "please be honest".
Boy, was that a mistake.
Whilst she is sticking to the story that they didn't sleep together before the end of January, it progressed a lot further before then. Everything short of sex happened from mid-December onwards. She even did something to him on the sofa around our house while I was in the US on a work trip and while our children were asleep upstairs.
She also commented on his prowess positively, even in relation to me. She didn't do so as a brag, but said she wanted to be honest. When you're told that a hitherto virgin (yep, she took that cherry from him) is apparently able to match you sexually on his first or second go, well, that's a punch to the goolies that no man can ever be prepared for. I never thought I was that shallow or obsessed with sex, but boy, I wasn't expecting the feelings of rejection, inadequacy and dejection after that gem. My confidence is now shot in that regard, and I've no idea how I'll get over it if ever I get the chance to be with a woman again.
And she still wants him. She still wants to talk with him. She still feels no shame saying that to me, nor does she apologise for anything other than making me feel bad. She insists she's trying and that her being at home rather than with him is proof, but she can't just switch off her feelings.
Right now I'm raging. I wanted to know things so I could forgive them, and so that I no longer felt like there were things she was hiding. That suspicion had been there, as if only by me asking would she stop lying; I hate being right about it.
I wanted to make it work, as much for the children as for me. I've tried so hard to keep them in the forefront of my thinking, but at this second I just can't see any way forward which works. If we stay together I have to put up with knowing I am second best for her emotionally, romantically, sexually and desirably. I don't know if I can live with that.
We can't separate and spend a little time apart but still married as either I have to move out and leave my children, which I've promised them from birth I would never do and she says she doesn't want me to have to do, or she moves out. She won't leave her job and move back with her parents in London while we sort things out, so she would need to stay locally with friends. I couldn't trust her not to then start spending time with him. I don't believe she could trust herself, either.
And I don't want to divorce. That way I would lose my children for up to half their time. She would be free to move on with her life, seeing them regularly whilst still no doubt seeing him (at least until they split up after six months when she realises how immature he actually is - he plays Pokemon for god sake) while I would not. Life would eventually go on, but it would do so without me seeing my children as much as a simply need to.
Just when you thought it had all bottomed out and was going to get better somehow.
Thanks again for all of the messages of support, advice and links to other places; I appreciate them more than any of you can imagine.