Oh where to start: he began working extra hours. Sometimes he was going in at 6am and that’s not him - he likes a lie in normally. He’s always worked late but started working later and when he got home he was logging back on. Glued to his phone and I could see he was on WhatsApp and smiling: during lockdown I heard him on the phone to her several times and it floored me. I heard him say he loved her. Things in the car - hair grips, bobble, hairs. Cat hairs too - we have no pets. The worst thing? I know I’ll get called out for this… when he was drunk and sleeping heavily one night I took his finger for the iPhone ID and held it against his phone and he hadn’t deleted the messages from that day - and she responded as she could see him online. I didn’t reply, just put it back.
Work nights out - he’d always come back at around 1.30, that was standard. But he started coming home at nearer 5am, even on work nights.
He didn’t change his appearance, if anything he stopped showering as often at home.
I could tell when they’d fallen out as he was grumpy and snappy. And then he’d come back from work one day and act so so happy he was beaming. Clearly made up.
I hate myself for staying. But I did for my DC, and because I had no money. I wish I hadn’t sometimes - he was very down in 2022 and behaving very oddly and I think that’s when they stopped seeing each other.
He’s less secretive with his phone now and my daughters check it, so I don’t think they’re in contact now. She left his firm and went to work elsewhere. He now works from home most of the week so he’s only out one of two days and give one of our DD a lift to college so he’s no opportunity now (or much less). He no longer goes on very late nights out, just the odd work function and he’s back by 11.30. And doesn’t reek of perfume. But I’ll never trust him again, and I’m starting to think I’ll leave him - but I’d much rather he just went and left me and the kids in the house.
It ruined my self esteem, when he knew my first husband left for another woman (got her pregnant a couple months after my second daughter was born). I’m no longer the bubbly happy woman I used to be.