Hello,
so I'm 31... married for 5 years and have a boy at the age of 2. I thought I had the perfect life, when two months ago everything fell apart. Since then I can't seem to get my thoughts straight and I would love the hear your opinion. So here goes...
My husband and I have known each other for 15 years. We were friends at school. He’s been in love with me since he was 16 years old. Unfortunately, we’ve lost contact as the years passed by. By coincidence, we found each other again five years ago. We fell in love instantly. We moved in together and got married exactly one year later. We had a wonderful time together and had a baby three years after getting married. After having our baby boy, things changed. I quit my job, raised our son for about two years, and started to work at his company this year. This was his idea).
The last couple of months were tough with the lockdown. Our company had to shut down for two months, his sister getting married and the whole family getting crazy about this special event. We fought a lot. He was never home. Always working or helping his sister planning her special day. He didn’t have any time for his child or me. I ranted a lot, and I mean a lot. At the beginning of September, the wedding had finally taken place. I’m a photographer and took the pictures, and we were off for a two week holiday. He was in a good mood, making plans for the following days. We were planning to visit the zoo when he gave me his mobile phone to look for the opening hours. Don’t ask me why, but instead of looking for those hours, I looked at his text messages. What I saw was a chat between his mother and him. He wrote: Mom, I kissed Kathrina yesterday, and she kissed me as I’ve never been kissed before. I couldn’t breathe. I threw the phone at him and ran away.
When I came home, he told me she was one of his driver’s students. You have to know we live in a different country, where you have a driving school, with a driving instructor who shows you how to drive a car in about 2-6 months. She’s seventeen. He is thirty. They have seen each other privately for the last few weeks, and he’s in love with her, but she’s not the reason he’s leaving me. He told me he’s been thinking about leaving me for about nine months because I make his life living hell. I was speechless. Never in a million years would I have guessed that he would cheat on me. I tried to reason with him. I asked him what have I done to make him feel like I made his life a living hell. He didn’t have answers for me. He just wanted out. After a lot of talking, that didn’t help me figure this out at all. We decided on a three-week break because he didn’t know what he wanted. We decided on marriage counseling. The summary of these three weeks is: He canceled the marriage counseling, and I went on my own. He didn’t feel “ready.”
I kept on working in his office. He kept on playing hot and cold with me. He kept on telling me that his feelings for me seemed to vanish from day to day, and his feelings for her grew. On the last day of those three weeks, we sat in the office drinking coffee, and I asked him if he’d seen her since. What he told me made me dizzy. He had continued to meet her during those three weeks frequently, and he had sex with her the night before in our office, where he has slept since he moved out. I got up and started to pack everything that belonged to me from the office. First, he was furious, then he left me to my things and came back two hours later. When he saw me packing our son’s playthings, he started to cry. I went to him, trying to talk to him. He told me it was all too much for him.
I told him that I could understand what he was doing. That he felt free with her. No responsibility for his wife and child. No problems. I mean, she is seventeen. She probably adores him, makes him feel special. While I only tell him what we have to do next to keep our business running, listen to his every word. Afterward, he didn’t say anything. I got up and tried to leave the office. He followed me and held me back. What followed was him begging me to have sex with him one last time. He said things like, of course, I miss you, I don’t want to admit it to myself, and I love you, but not as much as in the beginning. Let’s have sex, and then we’ll see where this leaves us. We didn’t. I left.
So, where does this leave us? I withdraw myself. Otherwise, we always start to fight. We only see each other when he’s picking up his son. He continually wants to know what I’m doing while he is having our son. He asks me if there’s someone new in my life, and whenever he has the chance, he tells me that he doesn’t love me anymore and how happy he is with Kathrina.
I found out that this girl has been in his family’s home weeks before his sister’s wedding. I found out that my husband badmouthed me to his mother the whole time while meeting the other girl. I found out that he wanted to wait until after the wedding to end things with me because I’m a photographer and was booked to take the pictures at the wedding.
I got a lawyer. He got a lawyer. Everything is running its course.
The counselor called him one day and asked if he was willing to meet him. He agreed. He talked to him for two hours, and they decided on a second meeting with me joining in. That meeting was my absolute highlight. It went on for four hours! My husband told me five times that he was done with me and our relationship and that he was looking forward to us being best friends after our divorce. He finally had the courage to tell me all the reasons why he didn’t want me anymore, always adding that Kathrina wasn’t the reason.
These are the reasons why I’m making his life living hell:
I’m too dominant concerning his business.
I’m calling my parents once a day to ask how they are.
I’m a daddy’s girl.
I can’t admit mistakes.
I rant too much.
I’m thinking too economical, always saving money instead of spending it.
That’s about it.
He didn’t want another meeting. The counselor asked him four times, he declined. Our counselor allowed us to come back for a personality test to see our differences. We agreed. I think our counselor just offered this because he feels that my husband’s points are not a reason to end a marriage, that we could work on that, and he wants us to come back for a second meeting. I don’t know where this leaves us. I’m torn between, is this for real? That’s it? I mean, sure, I’m far from perfect, but these are things that I can work on. I would have worked on if he would have said something, but he never did, not a single word!
He always seemed happy. He never fought with me. We had a good life.
And me? I don’t know what is going on. How can someone be this disinterested and cruel to his wife and family from one day to another? What does he want with an underaged girl, still going to school, and 13 years younger than him? Does he not love me anymore? Then why is he continually wanting to know what I’m doing? He explains his interest is in him caring for his son.
I don’t understand a single thing that he’s doing. I should hate him for everything he’s done to me those last few weeks and to our son. I should hate him for him and his family badmouthing me before the wedding and not telling me what was going on, just so I photographed the wedding, and everything seemed perfectly fine. But on the other hand, I want my husband back. Not this cheating, cruel man always trying to hurt me and seems to get a fill of it when he sees me crying for him. I want my husband, that has loved me for the last 14 years, never said a bad word to me.
So, that’s about it. I’d be so glad if someone would be willing to give me an advice.
Thanks for reading.