A few days ago my dh finally admitted to cheating on me 18 years ago. I had an inkling at the time and have periodically asked pretty specific q which he lied in answer to, especially over the past two years, which have been pretty shit because of triggers and his behaviour in response to my q.
He only admitted it after I had confirmation from the woman involved (who also lied to make herself sound less of a slag). Between the two stories he finally cracked and I'm pretty sure I have the truth.
I had met her a few times previously, she was in full knowledge we were together (for 8 years) and living together when she invited him back to hers for dinner and a bj. It escalated to sex a couple of times on each occasion, maybe 5 different visits, about 6 hours each time as he had to travel back to where he was staying through the week for work. He'd come back home to me at the weekend, go out, sleep together as normal etc. Not married at the time, but had been together 8 years. He was 28, old enough to know better.
He finished with her when she told him to dump me, he got as far as telling me he was leaving, but didn't, and ghosted her. He never admitted to anything at the time even though I asked. I never asked him to stay, so at least I know that was fully his decision.
He's in a job where he works away for long periods of time, and I've always had a niggle I didn't know everything. I guessed right. I understand why he wouldn't want to admit it, but he's been lying about it for so long. Apparently it's been eating away at him and he's glad it's out. He hasn't been defending her, he admits they were both bastards.
Why does it hurt so much even though it's so long ago? And what now? There was some hysterical bonding DTD on the second night, but when he touched me last night all I could think of was him making the same moves on her. Leading to tears and q about the whole sordid details. How do you stop thinking like that?
We've had along, mostly good relationship, married with kids now so we're going to try and make it work. He's away with work for a few months from next week, not sure whether that's a good thing or not.
To anyone who's been in a similar situation, what now? Should it be easier because it was so long ago?