I found it and I hope the original author doesn’t mind me reposting it:
Thewookiemustgo · 18/05/2025 wrote:
Also know that their messages etc whilst hurtful to you, were part and parcel of having an affair, not the greatest love story of all time.
As for no prior suspicion: This is the biggest part of the shock, I know from personal experience.
The out-of-character thing that blows our minds, is the thing that they’re actually getting off on: the brand-new exciting version of themselves that they project for some silly woman to dote on. It’s iall part of the fantasy they create for themselves. It’s grand-scale reinvention and delusion and a pretty laughable (if it wasn’t so painful) and grim one at that.
I am so sorry this has happened to you. Thankfully I never saw the messages, all deleted. To me they weren’t the ‘answer’ anyway. He’d had an affair. He’d answered my questions. The details wouldn’t change anything but they’d do more harm to me.
I know what goes on and I’m not daft so I stopped looking. It was no newsflash to me that people in affairs flirt, use innuendo, flatter each other physically and sexually, reassure one another that they can’t stop thinking about each other, or can’t stop thinking about last night/ yesterday afternoon or that hotel blah blah blah and get off on the anticipation of their next meeting like anyone chasing a dopamine hit does. It’s part and parcel of how affairs work and pretty much affair-speak #101.
The affair ‘script’.
If it wasn’t so horrendous I’d find it funny that all these ‘special’ affairs that are apparently so different and unique according to affair partners are pretty much the same scenario acted out, tale as old as time with the same jaded script.
It doesn’t mean that that person is more special or more sexy than anybody else, they’re just the person cast in the lead role of the escape from reality fantasy that’s been created.
My husband told me, “You don’t get it. It wasn’t about her, or even you, it was about me. She could have been anybody. She was somebody I found attractive who was willing to make herself available to me. She made it so easy, I couldn’t believe it. It was the secret/ risky situation and never-ending flattery I was getting off on, I’d never been that guy before. It was utter madness. I felt like James fucking Bond. I’ve been a selfish idiot and I’ve ruined my life. It was utter madness.”
Code words and nicknames add to the secrecy thrill and ‘us’ versus ‘them’ Romeo and Juliet-esque nonsense. It’s more cringe than high romance to me, OP’s husband is being forced to see the reality if it now that it’s no longer a secret. He’s probably quite rightly becoming ashamed of it now.
Once reality rips the lid off this twaddle it’s like seeing the inside of a nightclub in daylight. It’s exciting in the dark, behind a closed door with the music thumping and lights flashing, but daylight reveals that it’s no more than a drink-stained, stinky, shabby room, where it’s better to be a bit drunk to have a good time and you say and do stuff in the party mood that you shudder at yourself for the next morning.
The messages are just proof of the cheating, the content reveals what a cringeworthy twat he’s being in the affair, they are no value judgement of her versus you or anything else except his idiocy.
They have no real meaning, they’re just a means to an end.
OP they do it in the heat of the moment and because he knows what little importance it had, he doesn’t get why you can’t see that and it took your boundaries to make him see it.
Don’t let the guff they wrote haunt and hurt you, if he’s sincere and the penny has actually dropped and he’s stopped lying to himself now, he’ll see it for what it was and should be shuddering at himself.