4 years ago my husband had an affair. No proof that it went beyond emotional (he swears that’s all it was) but I don’t believe it. And the emotional side was bad enough.
This was a woman he’d employed as a PA. I always thought something was ‘off’ and he denied it vehemently until I found the texts. This was after they’d been on a 2 week business trip together staying in the same hotel, where apparently nothing happened. Hollow laugh.
It was a time in my life when I was struggling with 3 young children, a 3 year old and twin babies. I was alone because we had relocated to another country for his work. I had no friends and no family. It was horrendous but I held it together because we were a team and best friends, and then this happened and I basically had a complete mental breakdown.
After much discussion I didn’t leave. He changed his job and has since bent over backwards to make up for it. And he genuinely, genuinely has. He couldn’t have done more, been more repentant, spent more, changed more. He’s done everything he could and then some.
But I can’t move on from the betrayal. I love him, but I am broken mentally. I am just an empty shell. Life was incredibly lonely and tough on my own with the babies, but the betrayal tipped me over the edge. I don’t think I’ll ever be really happy or trust anyone again. I feel so completely let down, and like I’ve wasted my life on a lie.
Where do I go from here? I love him. The kids love him. But he still works away for weeks at a time. I’m still alone. His job is very niche so changing it would mean a huge change in lifestyle for all the family and I can’t inflict that on them, not when they’ve already got a miserable mother to deal with.
I don’t think there is a good answer really. Stay and be miserable. Leave and be poor and miserable.
Anyway at least I’ve typed it out.