@Lampshade12345
I just snapped one day. I had his password for FB and whilst I had never used it, there was just something telling me to check his messages. I did and there they were - messages describing how he'd met up with someone and had sex in his car. And this was with someone who was an old friend of his, whose house we'd been to, who'd come to our wedding.
I messaged him there and then saying 'I've seen your latest messages. Wherever you are, don't come back. You won't be able to get in anyway as I've put keys in all the locks. If you come and kick off, I'll call the police." He never came back and we made arrangements for him to pick up all his stuff the next week.
I know it won't be easy for you. I first found out about all his sexting 4 weeks before we were getting married. The texts dated back to at least when our daughter was 2 weeks old. I should have called the wedding off, but for all the wrong reasons I went through with it. I sometimes look at our wedding photos and in some of them you can see the sadness in my eyes. Our marriage lasted less than 2 years. In that time (apart from the messages that broke the camels back) I knew of at least one other woman he was still messaging as I'd seen the messages on his phone's lock screen.
And then on the night I chucked him out, his messages revealed he'd been messaging at least 20 other women, ranging to mild flirting to meeting up, sexting, dick pics, the works.
THEY NEVER CHANGE. You deserve SO MUCH MORE. You will become a shadow of your former self, someone you don't recognise anymore. I put up with so much shit for far too long because I still loved the man he'd been (pretended to be) when we first met and kept hoping it would go back to how we used to be in the beginning.
You don't have to put up with this. I'm so happy now. Knowing I have protected my children from that toxic relationship, that they won't grow up thinking that's how relationships are (he was a miserable bastard too who would shout and swear at me during disagreement and sit in silence at the dinner table, didn't like the children making noise, didn't pay for anything towards us or the house etc etc). He really was the epitome of a cocklodger and I hate myself for putting up with it as long as I did.
After we split up my sister told me he'd also messaged my then-18 year old niece and my grown up daughter revealed he'd messaged her friend saying 'if she ever wanted to talk....' They hadn't wanted to tell me at the time because they knew what a mess I already was.
Our house is now full of love, lots of laughter and happiness. Yours can be too 