This is a long one, so bear with me. I haven't told anyone IRL and I'm just trying to get my thoughts down somewhere to stop them racing round in my head.
Three weeks ago my husband ended an emotional affair that he had been conducting since June/July last year. He ended it because I found out and he chose to stay with us.
He runs his own business and she was one of our sub-contractors, based in Canada, so not really a sexual threat...but he did visit her before Christmas and although he swears nothing happened, I'll never know for sure. That's not what is pulling me apart.
We were due to celebrate our 25th wedding anniversary in July this year and I don't want to give up after all this time, but in the last 3 weeks very little has changed. He has ended his relationship with her and she has terminated her contract with the business...he no longer stays up until all hours, comes to bed around the same time as me and is being slightly more attentive than before. Beyond that, there is little more to go on, there was an increase in the times we had sex, but that's gone away again now. I'm once again wife and mother, maid and organiser. No real expressions of love coming my way.
He told me this morning that he is finding it hard to get beyond the feelings he has for this person - that he 'wants' to love me. I don't believe it's that difficult, that 'want' doesn't really come into it. I told him that I wasn't planning to be anybody's second best, that I deserved more than this.
His solution was to say he should leave to give himself space and time to process how he's feeling. This isn't what I want partly because if he goes then that's it, there's no going back, but also it gives him space and time to get back in touch with her and continue his unreal existence.
I have told him that I will see a solicitor if things carry on like this. He needs to sort out what he really wants and then fully commit himself to it. I'll survive without him - in reality I pretty much have been for the past 8 months.
I'm toughing it out, but I'm terrified. I'm scared for the kids and how it will impact them, DD will be starting her GCSE years in September, and DS has been diagnosed with Generalised Anxiety Disorder - this partly due to him having some knowledge of what the husband has been doing.
For the first time in my life I don't know what to do. Part of me says to pack his bags for all the hurt and part of me says to work it out. We were good before and we can be good again.
Sorry for the length, getting it down has helped sort things in my head a bit.