27 years married. After six months of checking pockets, snooping in drawers and turning up where DH "should" be and him not being there, one morning, he left his phone open on the chat with his AP. I read it, felt sick and a couple of weeks later, I confronted him about it. He admitted it, told me that it had been going on for just over a year, that he never went looking for it and that he just slipped into it; it just happened.
I left for a week to lick my wounds. When I returned, he told me that he would not give her up as she was a good friend and that maybe we could stay married but him keep her friendship. I refused this offer and began divorce proceedings.
We had to remain in the same house as only his wage coming in due to my chronic health condition. He carried on seeing her a few nights a week and at weekends. He refused to tell me anything; where they met, what she did, was she married, what she did, did he love her (answered I don't think so). He was taking money out of our bank account every Friday for their date night.
I started stashing my disability money rather than using it to pay bills and he didn't notice so I built up a few hundred quid. I employed a PI to put a tracker on his car. The PI followed them to a doer upper that we jointly own. They were in there for two and a half hours. So I now knew where they went to be together.Then I got the PI to dig deeper on the AP. The PI rang me " are you sitting down?"
Me "yes, why?"
"Your Husbands girlfriend is a TRANSGENDER SEX WORKER. "
Me "are you sure?"
They sent photos.
OMFG
They are still together. I turn 60 tomorrow.
We are not divorced yet because he spends all his time taking her on days out and shopping together.
Jesus Shitting Christ. Might write a book one day.