Hi all, sorry if this is long but I'll try and keep on track...
Partly I need to vent, partly I could do with other people's positive stories and partly need a virtual hug.
I have been with my husband for 14 years and just when I thought I knew everything about him something new crops up to hurt me. We had been together 10 years when he got caught out seeing another woman for "just sex". He begged me to stay, said he was so very sorry, would do anything for me to make things better etc etc. I relented and stayed because (and I know how pathetic this is) I loved him.
Since then we tried for a baby because I really wanted a child before I get too old. We tried for a baby and I had a late miscarriage at 23 weeks, we were devastated but we pulled together and supported each other. We now have a DD who is my world, she's 6 months old. I have had PND since she was born though, and I have sought help. I am taking ADs and was feeling better. But yesterday I was doing some clearing and tidying because I am trying to sort out our spare room to be a proper nursery. I looked in his wardrobe and it was a total untidy mess, full of bits of paper, electrical leads, pens, change, even bloody car wax! So I thought instead of keep nagging him I'll tidy it myself. I was putting a couple of t shirts away when I found 3 butt plugs! I thought what the hell?! I hate any kind of anal sex so knew they couldn't be meant for me lol. I have had some time away from home recently so my mind was going overtime.
I phoned him at work and asked what the hell had been going on and why did he have these things in his wardrobe. I said "so I'm just waiting for the bullsh*t excuse" and he said there was no excuse. He said he likes using the butt plugs on himself. He said he's liked it for many years but felt ashamed. I said he should have told me, I'm not a monster, I can accept it. It's not like it's a really sick fetish!
However, it's not the secret itself that bothers me, it's the fact that there was a secret. I hate finding new things out about my H who I thought I knew so well. I feel like I don't know him anymore, just like I felt when I discovered the other woman. Now I feel like I just want out of this marriage and that I'd be happier on my own not having to worry about someone keeping secrets from me. I hate it!
I phoned my mum this morning because we had a row this morning before he left for work. I didn't tell her the details just that I was mad at him. I said some things that have been pent up inside me for a long time, that I hate him, don't want him to touch me, and that I don't care if he drops dead. I have never hated him this much. Perhaps it's the depression, I don't know, but I just hate his guts.
Problem is I rely on him financially as I'm a SAHM but perhaps I can manage as I have family to help me and a big sum of money in my bank account at the moment. What do you think I should do? I'm scared to leave but I feel like I have to be away from him.