Things with my partner of 12 years went south after a visit to the small town where my Dad, teenage Brother and 2 Sisters live in 2020, just before covid. We live in London, them mid-wales, so a decent journey we wouldn't do often.
We were teenage sweethearts and were thick as thieves. We didn't live together but were in the process of applying for mortgages for our first home together. That quickly died when covid became a thing.
ExDP changed overnight. He went from warm, loving, fun, joking to being cold, rude, dismissive. I couldn't work it out. Sex dropped off a cliff, and he was constantly angry with me.
This went on for months. I asked him outright if he was cheating, and he would always respond in a way to make me doubt myself. He even said I was creating problems being suspicious. He blamed lack of sex drive on a medical condition but wouldn't tell me what, blamed me for being body conscious, would criticise my appearance, if I put on make up he ask me why I was bothering to make an effort. All really nasty things that over time started to get me down.
I confided in a few people, including my Nan (nearing 80 and not quite all there), she suggested he was cheating in a jokey way. I confided in my sisters, and a mutual friend, trying to understand what was going on with him. I can't describe the stress this was putting on me. I was constantly tired, constantly doubting myself, constantly worried about my health, and worse of all, was beginning to believe him. Maybe it was my problem, maybe I was causing issues. My work was also going bad, being unable to focus during the day.
Flash forward to Jan 2021 and he tells me he might be going on a work trip to Brazil. Doesn't give specifics, just a 'might'. A week later he texts me from the beach in Rio saying he's away and will be back in April, and it was at that point my last fuck flew away. It was like an epiphany. But I decided not to end things with him over text, this needed to be a conversation in person. The work trip got extended to End of May and we were barely communicating beyond practicalities. My birthday came around in April and not a single text from him. I decided not to waste any more time on him. So I dumped him by text 2 days later.
He never replied but I got a read receipt.
I told my family and mutual friends that him and I were no longer together, and got no sympathy from them. My nan kept saying "oh you'll take him back".
Anyway my Nan had been getting confused lately with some conversations, and when on a phone call to me, thought she was talking to Sister 1, and let slip that "ToBeOrNotToBee is going to take that cheating bastard back I can feel it".
I felt sick.
I hung up the phone and went on the sibling group chat, basically asking what the fuck was Nan on about. And from there, Sister1 said she knew ExDP had been going to see teenage DB friends during lockdown, driving using his key worker status to get through the police checkpoints.
Sister 2 denied all knowledge and DB, who coincidentally was staying at my flat during this made himself scarce.
All of a sudden it made sense, the weekends he was 'busy', the lack of money from filling up his car constantly, the lies, the gaslighting, the criticisms, the put downs, it all made sense. The OW actually tried adding me on social media a few weeks before it all came out, whilst ExDP was in Brazil and I just ignored her. At this point, she was just some girl I knew vaguely, not well enough to give her access to my private life.
Sister1 said she only knew for a few weeks, and found out through DB, DB said he didn't know they were having sex, he thought ExDP was just 'friends', I asked him if he didn't think I'd want to know that if my BF was driving 600 miles on a regular basis without me.
Sister2 denying all knowledge on a call, until a friend of hers in the background heard our conversation and said outloud so I could hear "no, I told you I saw them together in his car". Sister2 again pleading ignorance.
End of the day I never truly get the full story from them, but it was clear they all knew, each of them decided to hide things from me.
I done some snooping and found out that the OW had a baby just before DP went to Brazil. I asked my sisters if baby was ExDP and both denied it. I wasn't entirely satisfied, but moved on with my life.
I was also diagnosed with some quite serious health issues caused by stress, and developed alopecia. I needed to get well. I decided to keep family at arms length, all of them and just do me.
Bits of info came in drips and drabs, sisters would tell me things that would contradict what they told me in previous versions of their stories.
And last month I found out that baby, now toddler age, is his after all. Yet more lies from them. He hasn't seen his son. Doesn't pay a penny towards maintenance. OW told some other bloke it was his baby, but he found out the truth and washed his hands of her too.
Recently my DF died, just more shit on an already shit few years. I had to travel to the small town for the funeral. OW was friends with my DF, she didn't show for some strange reason.