Long story short, H had an affair at the end of last year, physical once (that I know about - may have been, he’s lied & minimised at every opportunity), but some sort of slow burn emotional thing since last summer. There’s been an awful lot of gaslighting along the way. I found out at Christmas, he begged to stay, which I said I’d consider on the understanding he stopped all contact. Since then his behaviour as been awful - ongoing gaslighting, projection, manipulation, guilt tripping, minimising, a refusal to answer questions, attempts to blame me - literally the opposite of what it should have been. The worst bit was repeatedly claiming to have gone non contact, and each time I discovered he was very much still in contact.
Anyway, I’ve finally reached the point of asking him to move out and wanting to end things. And suddenly he’s the perfect man, or at least - trying to be. Sometimes the old behaviours still creep back in. And obviously I have absolutely no trust that he’s not in contact with her, although he’s swearing that he isn’t.
Writing it all down it looks so awful - well, because it is awful! It’s been really, truly awful. But it’s so hard being the one to walk away when he’s begging to remember the good times (of which there were plenty - he blew up a good marriage, not a bad one, which makes it harder), he’s going to therapy, and obviously the kids would be devastated. Part of me thinks - what if he’s just had some sort of crisis and there’s a better man beneath all of that who might emerge? But then, I don’t see how I can ever trust him again, and I think - when the immediate crisis passes, and if I take him back - how do I know he won’t do it again?
But despite it all, the guilt is overwhelming. The kids will be heartbroken, and he’ll be heartbroken. I KNOW non of it is my fault. But I can’t get over the guilt, and the tiny bit of hope in my heart that says what if I’m walking away from someone who could change (I know, I know. I know precisely what I would say about this to my friend or my daughter).
Can anyone relate? How did you cope? Help!