I am so glad you came here. When a man I thought was my life partner (adored by my friends and family, successful at work, vegetarian, attractive and intelligent) revealed that he had spent two years serving his sex addiction meeting random women for sex several times a week (his work made this easy to hide, despite the number of casual encounters running into serious figures), he too was 'devastated' and 'desperate' to have couple's counselling. He wasn't really. What was really important to him was that I didn't tell anyone, as 'our friends would hate him' and turn me against him (helping me see sense, more like it). He said he wanted me to listen to my own heart, and not cloud my perception by speaking to friends or family, basically isolating me and cutting me off from any support by guilt-tripping me. He encouraged me to see it as a growth opportunity, as a way for us to work on our relationship. He also manipulated me into having sex with him in the days, weeks and months following his revelation, supposedly as a way of strengthening our bond and 'loving me' (boak). I thought I loved him, so I bought it. Of course we took a trip to an STI clinic, and when it transpired neither of us had an STI, he seemed smugly vindicated, and patronised me, although I didn't quite get the subtlety at the time.
I struggled with my feelings for a few months, and didn't realise that it had all somehow become about me, and my capacity for forgiveness and moving on, patiently encouraged by him, all the while keeping me close. I had been so 'nice' about it, allowing myself a few rants, but mainly either commiserating with him about the heartache of sex addiction, reading relationship self-help books or crying on my own. Sure, he was still sorry and compensated with big gestures, but I can see with hindsight that although he was the perfect embodiment of generous and enlightened patience, he had grown bored of the whole thing and just wanted me to get over myself, forgive him and get back to our normal. When circumstances caused me to have go abroad to attend to a family matter for a period, the fall out was astounding. Away from his influence I suddenly saw how he had controlled and manipulated me into a totally disempowered position, taking advantage of my wanting to be 'good', 'non-judgmental' and 'fair', to protect him from the consequences of his behaviour . As we had no children, it was easy to leave. I decided to start talking to my friends and family, and of course, the support was overwhelming. It was so healing to have my compliance questioned, my outrage encouraged and my grief met with kindness and concern. If there was one thing I wish I had done differently, it would have been to talk to my friends. I suppose I am saying this as I really feel your pain, and can absolutely see how you feel that having children, not to mention a house and everything that comes with a life together complicates things for you, but he complicated them by behaving outrageously and basically shitting on you and your children. I am sure you are a thoroughly nice woman, and I hope for your sake that he doesn't succeed in taking further advantage of your good nature. My ex went on to pretty much repeat history with a new partner, with whom he has since had children, and who is stoically compliant with his serial philandering. So no change.
Wishing you so much strength and courage. Whatever 'compliance' you are manipulated into (such as having sex with him or accepting gestures of reconciliation), doesn't make you any less wronged, or him any less of a piss-taker. You remain totally within your right to feel hurt, deceived and outraged. Don't be tricked out of your deep, true knowing that this is not your fault .