First let me start off by saying I am not a perfect person. This is long and detailed. So bear with me.
I left my husband of 12 years in Nov11. We were married when I was 19 and have two children. I was very unhappy for most of the marriage. I didn't know who I was at 19 and I certainly had doubts about marriage from the very beginning. In fact, I was going to leave him when I found out I was pregnant with our first child after being married 3 years. He abused drugs and alcohol and had minor infidelities (online sex and chats). He was remorseful every time I caught him, so I stayed for the sake of our child. Into our 9th year I got into a long-distance online affair. I ended it in the hopes of saving my marriage, went through marriage counseling and everything. Things were okay for a while, but I still was not happy. We were completely different people, with different morals and values, sense of the world, beliefs, everything.
Fast forward to the summer of 2011. My husband was gone for a few months for work. He hardly called to check in on me. His son lived with us and was an out of control teenager. I lost all desire. I knew that I was done. I am not a big person to begin with, but I lost 20 lbs over that summer. I was sick with anxiety.
Then, an old friend that I had always had an attraction to hit me up. He was a player, but ohhhh so sexy! I fell into a very flirtatious relationship with him that ended up over the course of a couple months with us in bed. I had never done anything like it before, but I didn't feel regret. I felt remorse, but no regret. One week later, I left my husband. I didn't intend in getting into a relationship with my new partner, because I knew i wanted out of my marriage mostly because I wasn't happy, not because I wanted to be with someone else. But New Guy was so supportive, attentive, helpful. He made himself available to me. He wanted the world to know we were together! My close friends all advised me to cut it off, to take time for ME. I never intended to go directly from one relationship to another. But I fell in love.
In the beginning part of our relationship, I was torn though. He was text messaging other women, hiding his phone, screening his calls around me. I even drove by his house the day after Valentine's Day (he gave me diamond earrings) once and saw one of his ex's cars in his driveway when he told me he was making himself dinner while I went to my daughter's girl scouts meeting. I noticed condoms missing from his drawer. Women's hair on his bathroom floor. I even broke it off once and went on a date with a man that had been hinting interest for a long time. I tried messing around with him, but I couldn't follow through, it felt wrong. I went home and cried and took the longest shower. I was resentful that the man I was seeing put so much OWNERSHIP on me, but seemed to be playing the field himself. Whenever I confronted him, I was seeing things that weren't there. I was the only one for him. Our love was different than anything he's had before. Everyone close to him saw it too.
6 months after my separation, I threw caution into the wind. We became OFFICIAL BF/GF. Things seemed good for a while. One month into our relationship, I noticed condoms missing AGAIN!!
I felt guilt because he didn't know I knew. I was snooping. The secretive text messaging continued. Finally I confronted him. I was so angry because I let myself believe that if we went official it would end. He gave me some excuse, and I accepted it. I loved him! We had a great summer. We traveled. I went out of state and met his family and a large group of his childhood friends. He hinted marriage. Toward early Fall, we started talking about moving in together since we stayed with each other every night anyway. In October, he left his email open on my computer. I looked and found an email with naked pictures of his ex gf!! Sent recently! I confronted him again, more excuses. I confronted her. It was an accident, she's in a happy new relationship, wanted nothing to do with him, she wished us the best. Then I got curious. I started logging into dating applications and found a profile he made on Badoo with 3 out of 5 of his pics pictures I took of him. Since I had created the profile to investigate my BF, men started hitting me up, and I started having conversations with some of them. I figured if he was doing it, why couldn't I? Fast forward and I found a new set of condoms in a different drawer with two missing. I confronted him right away. He was mad I was snooping again (of course) and said those were old condoms, then when I said that was impossible based on the exp date, his story changed to "I put those there. I threw away two. I wanted to see if you were going through my s#@t again." Anyways, I don't know why I relented again. But I met two of the men that I had been talking to. I just wasn't attracted to them. I couldn't do anything. It was like, nice to meet you, but I can't step out on my bf.
On a side note, things in the bedroom have been different since early Fall. We just didn't have sex as much. Sometimes, I felt like it was monotonous and a burden for him. I wanted it more than he did. I withdrew and decided I wasn't going to put myself out there anymore because I got tired of being let down. We went from doing it almost daily to 2 or 3 times a week. For most people that is good, but for us, it wasn't normal. Something felt off. I tried to justify it in the normal course of a ltr. He had been gaining weight, and had been complaining about it, so maybe he felt self-conscious. I didn't know.
We found a house just before Christmas. With the holidays, we were delayed in our application process, and there was just one other we wanted to look at that wasn't avail until after the first, so we were waiting to make the final decision. We had a nice Christmas. My family came down, gifts were exchanged. It was nice. The weekend after Christmas I started feeling like maybe I was getting a bladder infection. I ignored it, until new years eve I made a mental note to go to my dr. The morning of Jan 2, I knew. I told my bf it burned when I peed. He insisted I go to the dr.
Later in the morning, he called and told me he said, "I might be having sympathy pain, but it burned a little when I peed this morning." RED FLAGS FLYING EVERYWHERE. I said it could be a bladder infection, but it sounds like and STD if you ask me. He says, "Well, there's no way it could be unless it's something that has been dormant for a long time."
He went to his clinic and they immediately treated him for an STD. My dr gave me antibiotics for a UTI and sent my sample in for culture.
Over the next couple of days, he was more intense. Hard to explain. Very sweet. Declarative of his love. Friday morning, while he was holding me in bed I felt him stir, and I responded. He acted resistant, asked me if I was sure it was okay, and he wouldn't get fully aroused. I'm thinking what the hell is his problem?! He took a position we rarely use and finished very quickly. He never became fully erect. Sorry if this is explicit, but I think it is very significant!!! My mind is racing. He is GUILTY of something. Or he is taking care of it himself. Or someone else is taking care of it for him.
Later in the morning I asked him how he was feeling and if he had heard from his doctor. He responded kind of defensively, saying something like "I told you I would tell you when I knew. It seems like you don't believe me or something." I told him I was still having symptoms after 3 days, something wasn't right. He blew it off like "Well, we can't have that!"
So Friday afternoon comes along, and I get the call. I have to leave work to get my shot and antibiotics. I am not even crying. I am LIVID. I WAS PROVEN RIGHT!!! I felt like I had no one to talk to. Walking in my dr's office after hours and the looks they all gave me. I was embarrassed, humiliated, violated, ashamed. I felt sorry for my children and myself because I couldn't stay with this man. I loved him harder than I loved my ex husband! I had never had a connection with someone like this before! And it all felt like lies!! I left the clinic. Drove to his house. rang his doorbell. Put his housekey and garage door opener in his hand and told him what I had contracted. Walked past him, got my stuff, and told him I had to go home and wash my sheets.
I cried all night Friday. All day Saturday. I tried to get out of my house, but I felt so lost. I sat in my car crying in the parking lot after I picked up my meds. I needed groceries so I drove to the grocery store, but I never got out of my car. Drove home. Cried a bunch more. Would sleep for 2 or 3 hours at night then was up in total despair. I couldn't eat. Sunday was a nice day, so I went for a run at the park. I had hardly eaten or slept since Friday, so it wasn't long, but I felt better. He was texting me how sorry he was, how much he missed me, etc. I actually felt better texting him because I could hammer him with everything without worrying about looking like a blubbering idiot or raging lunatic. We agreed to meet Sunday night at a local park. He told me it was an ex that had called him out of the blue, he agreed to meet her to 'hang out' and it just happened. He said he felt so bad he couldn't even finish. He said he took the longest shower (sound familiar?). I YELLED at him... WHAT MADE YOU EVER THINK IT WAS OK TO HANG OUT ALONE WITH AN EX? You knew it was wrong because you know I wouldn't trip about it. Then you came home and looked me in the eye and told me you loved me, and you slept in my bed, you talked about our future!! We were about to sign a lease together!! How can I believe ANYTHING you tell me?!?!
He cried then. The sick part is I was happy he was hurting like that. The one thing I could believe is that he was sorry. And I could believe his feelings after. Not being able to follow through. Taking the longest shower. I hugged him. I missed his touch, but a few seconds in I started thinking about that nasty b!#ches body on his. His arms around her. His lips on her. All of it. And I was repulsed. Will I always feel this way?
So here we are now. We have spent some time together. He is not around when my kids are awake. I have w/d outside activities with him. Wednesday morning he came over to talk before work (we both weren't sleeping). We talked and we argued. I told him that I want to work it out, but I don't know where to begin, or what to do. I told him it is going to be a LONG, HARD road ahead. He got resentful because I keep asking him WHY. He only says he messed up, it was a mistake. Maybe it was because we were moving in together and he knew he wouldn't do anything wrong then. I ask him what was missing? I felt like we had it all, I mean, truly, all! I cried. He hugged me. Then again, he was upset I asked more questions, and I snapped. I told him that if we are going to make it, he is going to have to deal with my questions! I am going to ask the same questions and he is just going to have to answer me the same every time until I believe him! It is still raw! He crushed me and everything we represented. He broke my heart.
He was quiet. Then I noticed tears running down his face. They didn't stop for 10 minutes. He wouldn't respond to my touch. Then he tried to leave. The angry, hurt part of me wanted to let him leave, but the part that loves him couldn't. He finally came back in and literally sobbed on my couch. Made a comment about wanting to hurt himself. And before anyone judges, this is not normal, annoying behavior from him. My ex-h was a major cry baby, and he is nothing like him.
The biggest question I have now is HOW CAN I BELIEVE YOU WILL NEVER HURT ME AGAIN LIKE THIS?
He says because he never again wants to hurt like his is hurting now. He never again wants to hurt me. He needs me in his life.
We are talking, but we aren't together-together. We are spending time together but it is weird for me. I have kissed him. But I lose it because I start thinking about the other woman. It's almost like she is there between us. I can't even imagine having sex with him right now, although I still desire him. I'm walking around like a zombie. I feel like i have a giant hole in my chest! I fear being hurt like this again by him. I don't know how to move past it!
My closest friends are advising me again to just do me. But I am afraid of losing him. What if we can work through this? Some relationships come out stronger after infidelities, don't they? What if I didn't give it just one more chance?
I'm not diving right back in, and he hates that. I think it's better that I not. But I don't want him to give up either. I think he needs to miss me and think about what we had a little.
Any advice? From someone with experience, anyone with successful experience? Feedback greatly appreciated.