So, I have never done this before, so apologies if I mess it all up, but my thoughts are driving me nuts, and I have no outlet.
Long story short, my husband had an affair with a woman at work. Not a drunken one-nighter or a steamy hot sex affair, but a "I have fallen in love, we have planned holidays abroad, kids, and been looking for somewhere to live together" affair. An affair that resulted in him asking me for a divorce 2 days before Christmas. I love him with all my heart, and I fought. I forgave him, begged him to reconsider, put all my feelings aside, and did all I could, to show him how much he meant to me and our 4 year old, and it worked, he broke up with her and came back home - something one might think was a joyous occasion, sadly, it is all but.
He told me, that although he loved me, he also had feelings (not love) for her, and asked that I gave him some room so he could get his head straight, which I gave him - And now, he is living his life as though nothing has happened, and I am one big hot mess.
Everything hurts. The fact that he told her he was miserable here, that he never loved me like he did her, that he has discussed our private life with her and so on kills me. The fact that they were talking kids (and the fact that after being ill, I can't give him anymore kids) is tearing me apart. The fact that he was together with someone else .. well, it destroys me.
And I am scared, scared of asking if he is still unhappy, in case he says yes and leaves, scared of asking whether they still talk, because I know she stills texts him and calls him, and does everything she can to put me in bad light. I am scared of asking if he loves me.
Don't get me wrong, I am not interested in an unhappy relationship. If he truly loved her, and was unhappy here, I wouldn't stand in their way, however much it hurt me. But I also know him, I know he doesn't just fall into love, I know that our relationship was becoming unhealthy before, seeing as we were both in sorrow after losing a pregnancy and learning that I will never be pregnant again, and my grief didn't leave a lot of room for him. The more he gave me room to be sad, the more I felt I was alone with it all and started to shut him out. On top of that, we have no family, so we never go on dates, or have grown up time apart from the hour between LO being tucked in, and us passing out in the couch. We did a lot of things wrong wrong in our relationship, and we forgot each other, but we were always best friends - We just forgot the passion. He has also said him self, that he was blinded by the excitement, by another woman who wanted him, even though it was wrong. And I never said a bad word against her, or them, I never asked him to leave her, I only asked that he took a moment to rethink, to feel, to find out whether he really loved her, or just needed the love and attention that he was lacking from home, and that I was ready to give.
I am fighting for our relationship, fighting for our family, trying to protect LO from the chaos, doing everything I can to get back to where we were, to forgive and move on, but I can't stop the thoughts. Whenever he touches me, whether he touched her, whenever he says he loves me, whether he said he loved her, whether I made the right choice, or should I have let him go and be happy and have kids with her, whether he is here because he loves me, or out of duty to our family. I promised my self to trust him, not read his texts, or call work to see if he actually is there, but to trust what he says and give him a chance. But I still doubt, I still feel sick to the stomach whenever he is home a little later than normal, or says he is dropping a colleague off on his way home. And I just don't know what to do.
I am so sorry for the long post - I am just hoping, praying, the someone out there will have the patience to read this, who has been here, who can give a few words of advice, or perhaps just a virtual hug .. Because I am drowning my self in self hatred, in not being good enough, in being wrong to have the thoughts I have - And I feel alone.