In my head we had a strong marriage. When I went to work I would always kiss my life good bye, give her a hug and tell her I loved her, during the day we would have phone calls and when I got home I always gave her a kiss, a hug and told her I loved her.
Yeah for sure like all relationships we had ups and downs but we were always a team that could tackle the world. My wife got bad post natal depression and has had this for almost five years now and has been on anti depressants for nearly that whole time.
We would always chat about anything and everything for hours and hours, many times into the wee small hours. Anytime I thought she looked overwhelmed or stressed I would give her a massive hug and we would talk or in some cases let her rant and vent some steam.
I know my wife and I have had a hard time lately. Our little boy who is almost five recently got his official diagnosis for being autistic, we had our suspicions roughly when he was 18 months old. Even though we knew he was autistic the final diagnosis was hard to swallow.
For maybe the last 18 months my wife has had a bad relationship with alcohol and this has led to the police intervening twice now and a short brush with social services..
For quite some time I had tried to get my wife to attend alcohol meetings, seek medical help etc but it landed on deaf ears. I would drive home from work in absolute dread at the thought of what state she would be in when I got there. She became addicted to her phone and even trying to have a simple conversation with her was difficult unless I wanted to be answered back with grunts and half sentences.
Out Sex life had always been great up until quite recently.
My wife recently started a new job in a pub/restaurant and was loving it there as her last employer was emotionally abusive and to be honest a cruel bitter person.
Just after new year I got a message from a friend of mine telling me she saw my wife and the bouncer doing things.
That night I got home and checked my wife’s phone and my world instantly crumbled. She had been txting this guy on FB
Ask him to meet her at her work to F*K her, inviting him to our home to F*k her. Telling him how he excited her and she was sending him nude pics etc.
Then I realised about ten other guys on FB messenger sending her dirty txts and videos of them having a pull while saying they wanted her mouth and to shoot on her etc....I am sure you get the drift.
I immediately went upstairs and asked her who Danny was? I got the look of confuse not and no idea, what am I talking about. I told her I had just seen her phone messages and she then began to attack me to get her phone back. I called her parents and said I was taking our son to them for the night and she insisted on coming with us. We argued at her parents house and I showed the txts and videos to them. After about ten minutes I left and went home. I still had her phone and I made the mistake of reading all these txts. I wish I hadn’t as I can still see them in my head. I couldn’t believe she was writing these things while telling me she loved me and still making love to me. Txting me to pick her up from work at the end of her shift then txting the other guy sex things.
11 days have past and we are now back at our home.
We have had days of intense and massively deep conversations with much heartbreak and tears from us both.
I write this as I am watching her sleep, I want things to be fixed but there is that small voice in my head asking if she is worth the tears and pain? Can I ever believe anything she ever tells me in the future?
Does anyone have advice for this heartbroken Husband and dad?
Thanks for taking the time to read my rambling rants