Thank you all for your responses. Reading them has really helped. Today I haven't angry texted him at all. I have stopped harassing the whore. All of my revenge plans, I've abandoned. I'm going to take you all's advice and NC his ass.
You guys have pointed out so many things OUTSIDE of the cheating that was not right with him/our relationship. I came into this hoping we'd one day soon reconcile, but I'm rethinking it every other second... but also wanting him every other second. It's crazy how someone can hurt you to this degree, and you still feel you need them so badly... He once asked me who do I fantasize about (male celebs, crushes, etc). I told him no one, but him. It was always him that I saw when I closed my eyes. My mind, body, and soul was loyal to this man.
Anna123
BTW, your cheater sounds an awful lot like mine, except I had 26 years of him being out late because of 'work' drinking. I had a few rounds of calling his friends, hospitals, police etc. when he had been SO sincere the days before that he would never do that to me again ---- The watching for car lights to come home, listening for the door. It sucks and you will now be free of it!
Those nights are tortuous. I would even be checking to see if my dog could sense him coming. lol
He had actually stopped the not calling (even though I would have preferred he just come home) until the cheat. I don't know if he just didn't GAF after that. Or if he was getting so drunk/high that he couldn't remember to call. Sucks either way.
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Reeling24
Wow, yes. Your husband sounds like mine. And so many chefs I've know. Years ago, like maybe year 3 of our relationship, we were at his bosses house. He was a pretty well known and respected chef in the New England area. That day he was getting completely wasted, at a casual afternoon lunch, and passed out behind their shed. No one else was drunk. I remember his wife looking so embarrassed, and she turned to me and said don't ever marry a chef. I took it as a joke. At that time, my H wasn't an alcoholic. In fact, we would talk about how out of control his boss was. Now he is just like him, maybe worse.
The chef wife life is a hard one for many, even with no cheating.
Chefs, and no offense to any that are on here, from my experience being in the industry have ego problems. Depending on how successful he is the Chef groupies come out. That’s always fun! If he’s not successful then there’s bitterness and blame shifting on why they aren’t where they think they should be at that stage of their career. Add drinking on top of it and it’s not their fault, it’s ours and of course they can’t take responsibility and now realize they’ve not been happy for sometime.
I've been through both. I definitely noticed when the chef groupies came out. He's never had so many female friends, or so many friends in general. But when he wasn't getting promoted beyond sous chef, he was the most miserable person. And of course I was the reason. Why is it always me??!! I've done nothing wrong to him. Omg! I can't emphasize enough how I have loved on, and honestly--Mothered this man. All for him to turn around and say he's drinking and depressed to the point of suicidal ideations because of our marriage. HOW?! To this day, he hasn't given any specific reason of anything that's happened to make him feel this way. Its always just a general "this marriage".
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He has said/texted so many deeply hurtful things to me since d-day.
"One year turned into two, then three, then four, next thing I know, it's been 14 years..."
But... We just got married 3 years ago. How were the years just slipping away since 2007, when you planned a surprise proposal party in 2017?
Make it make sense!
I've replayed what seems like every moment of our relationship picking out anything he wanted that I didn't do or give. I know its not my fault, but I can't help thinking about the fact that I ignored his request for a blow job a few weeks ago, because I didn't like the way he asked. Or remembering when he said that he'd like if I popped up at his job sometimes after work, but I never really did. If I had popped up on Aug 6th, he'd have went home with me... But... I don't have a crystal ball.
A part of me knows that he is full of shit. And he will most likely regret this decision, because I'm really all he had. But there's a small part of me also drinking his kool-aid, thinking, damn, maybe I really was making him miserable somehow, and he will be happier without me.