I found SI recently when an old friend told me of his post here about his wife's EA/PA, which ended their marriage. I read his thread and the various posts with interest and then thought back to the summer/fall of 2015 and my own EA. The OW lives 1,000 miles away from us, there was at no time an actual F2F meeting (though it was planned), but still I have to face the fact that I was a WS. The OW & I knew each other in HS, we were in the same social circle but we never dated. She reached out to me by Facebook private message coincidentally on my W's birthday in July of 2015 and so began a series of FB PM's, phone calls, and a few texts escalating the whole thing to a planned rendezvous several weeks later when my W would be out of town for a few days. I have no excuse for what I did and I'll offer no excuse. Our marriage had and has no shortcomings that drove me to anything. I was just weak and venal, I responded to an interest expressed by a woman not my wife.
For background, my wife and I have been together since I was a HS senior and she was a HS sophomore in the fall of 1977. After my goal of an appointment to the Naval Academy fell short, I seriously intended to join the French Foreign Legion. I had the full enlistment package in hand, which at that time could only be obtained by an in-person visit to a French Consulate and an interview with their military attache'.
My wife (GF at the time), was instrumental in helping talk me out of that, instead I joined the Marine Corps, where I remained until after the first Gulf War. We stayed together by visits and letters, I took her to her senior prom two years later wearing my dress blues (at her insistence), I proposed that night, and we were married the fall after she graduated. I was an infantry Marine, I obtained a degree via the California University system rather than drink and party my paycheck away as many others did, and I was commissioned an officer in 1982 at which time I completed training as an infantry officer. We lived the life of a military family for the next 10 years as I rose through the commissioned ranks. There were deployments, work-ups for deployments, and other exigencies of the service which led to many separations long and short. I never once strayed, I observed no "500 miles from the flagpole" policy. To the best of my ability to know and to know the heart of another, my wife never strayed either.
Now to the present. I left the service in 1992 to take over the construction company my father had started in 1968 and in larger part because I had at that time, missed literally half the lives of our three young daughters (our oldest was 7 at that time, our twins were 4). We lived the life I had hoped for when I resigned my commission. Family vacations, outings, activities, etc. Our oldest became a seriously competitive figure skater to the extent that she went far in trials for the 2002 winter Olympics team. Life was well beyond good. Fast forward to 2012 when the last DD was married and we began living the empty nest life. In the summer of 2015, the contact I described above began, the attention from what had nearly 40 years earlier been one of the hottest girls in HS was exhilarating, and I began seriously fantasizing about what it would be like to be with her. The EA ran its course without the planned meetup ever occurring. I found I simply could not go through with it, my epiphany of that occurred during a long Sunday drive with my wife 2-3 weeks before the illicit meetup was to take place. I went NC with the OW when the third conversation after the cancellation of our rendezvous elicited her declaration she was "in love" with me and I should expect her to just show up and "tempt me away" from my marriage. After an unambiguous response from me, I ghosted the OW 100%. There has been absolutely NC since that conversation. I strayed emotionally and had the intent to stray physically for which I will be eternally regretful and remorseful, but that was stopped right there and cut dead.
I never confessed this to my wife after much thought, prayer, and consideration about it, because I came to the conclusion that I have no justification in assuaging my guilt, no entitlement to the absolution of that guilt, by laying it off on my wife. If there were any useful purpose for doing so I'd have to do it, but I cannot come up with any reason that should be done to her. I betrayed my wife and my marriage, the fact that it never became a physical affair changes that fact not at all. Frankly, this horrifies me, it is not the man I ever was, but my actions of that several week period three years ago this summer belies that. This is my burden, I'll bear it until I die, and I know the weight of that on me will never leave me. That I am not the man I thought I was will lay upon my soul forever. I'll strive every single day to be the husband to my wife that I should've been all along. I have spoken of this to no one, ever. This is my confession, freely given.