I was, until last September, the perfect wife. I had given up my extremely successful career to follow my husband S (who is French) to Singapore for his job. I watched him flourish in his career while I stayed home and cleaned the house. He wasn't ready to have children so I spent lots of time playing with my cats. I traveled with him on lots of his business trips around Asia, but he was always working and I was always ignored and lonely. Sometimes he would be a little rough with me. I wasn't happy, but I wasn't unhappy enough to leave.
Last September, almost a year ago, my husband called me from China to tell me that "I needed to pack my shit up and leave." We had been married 5 years at that point and there was no indication that this was coming. Sure, we fought, but who doesn't? Sure, he was a bit abusive, but everyone that I've ever loved has been. I'll admit it, I was suicidal for about 45 seconds. Then, I snapped out of it and emailed my ex-boyfriend, M.
M was always my "one that got away". I met him when I was 22 (10 years ago), when we were students in Paris, and he comforted me after I broke off an engagement with a Turkish boy that was physically abusive. M was everything you could ever want in a boy. He was tall, blond, blue-eyed, SO smart, as good looking as me, and with the most beautiful accent you have ever heard. He was the perfect German. I met him right as I was graduating university and even though I took a job elsewhere in Europe that fall, I kept thinking about him. I flew back to visit him in Paris one weekend and realized that I wanted to be where he was, so I gave up a great job to come back to Paris and work illegally as a nanny. I lived in the most disgusting little room and had no money, but I had him and that was more than enough.
I got pregnant, but didn't know it until I had a miscarriage. It was such an awful experience that I blocked out the memory for almost a decade. Obviously it was M's. I just ignored what had happened, never told him, and kept seeing him. Everything was fine.
In May, he told me that he was going to go to Africa for the summer. Then he just left me there in Paris, just went. I found myself alone in a city that I had returned to expressly for him. So, I flew home to Tennessee, got a real job and moved on with my life. I got married 2 years later to S, who is currently my husband.
M and I had stayed in contact through the years. After I left Paris we didn't talk for 2 years, but then we would send friendly emails to each other and talk about how wonderful our partners were. Very innocent. But as time passed, and as he broke off his engagement and I decided I was unhappy in my marriage (3 years into my marriage), the emails became less innocent. So I stopped talking to him.
But, after my husband called me from China, M was once again in my life. He said I could come stay with him. He was always there to listen to me. He was kind. So, I bought an airplane ticket to visit him...twice. Yet each time, I had something else holding me up and I didn't go. We just kept emailing each other all last fall. I was so happy each time I talked to him.
I finally went to his house in Germany last January, but after one perfect evening he acted really freaked out that I was there, and I left after 3 days rather than try to figure out why he was falling apart. Everyone in his family knew that I was coming to see him, he put me on his car insurance and I humiliated him by leaving so quickly. I tried to work it out with my husband, S, but I just couldn't get M out of my head. And I still can't.
I have spent the last 8 months of my life feeling like I am dying every day. I'm separated from S (but we've been separated several times this year, already, never for very long) and this time I want to go through with it and file for divorce. I want M back SO BADLY that I could cry and I've made such a fool of myself, emailing him all of the time, texting him, calling him...going back and forth between pleading for him back and pretending like we are still friends. He has blocked me on Facebook. He never spoke to me again after I left his house and this is someone that I have known for a decade....someone I've moved from one continent to another for.
If only I would have waited longer to go to his house. When I went, I wasn't 100% ready to leave S (even though I thought I was). Now I am ready to go through this divorce and get M back, but he absolutely loathes me. Silence is basically hatred, and all that I have had from him since January are a couple of emails asking me to leave him alone. No phone call. Nothing else. I said I was sorry 500 times. I go through every day of my life freaking miserable. I'm even taking German classes now. I'm living in hell.
M will never speak to me again and I cannot, CANNOT, CANNOT make him see how sorry I am and how shitty my life is without him in it. I love him and I hate my husband.
I've ruined my life with a German and a French man.