DDay was in January and June 2010 and since then we've buried it. I'm here because it won't stay buried.
The aftermath of an affair: long-term.
This is the very short version: I'll update with more details later.
My wife started an affair with a colleague in October 2009. On New Year's Eve, the OM's wife knocked on our door and accused my wife of the affair. As she brought no evidence, I told her to go away, but I then found some texts and my wife admitted the affair and ended it.
Except she didn't, because the following June I received, in the post at work, an envelope containing printouts of messages between my wife and the OM - some of them highly sexual in content - proving the affair had continued until at least May.
Fourteen years later, I've been carrying this weight around. I have maybe three or four episodes of bleak depression a year, and am just coming out of one now.
We're still married. We never addressed the affair, and that's why I'm here now.
34 comments posted: Wednesday, March 6th, 2024
