I am a recovery story. 9 years ago my ex had an affair. We tried to fix it, but he relapsed into the same defeatist, blaming behaviours, saying I was too demanding, I was too cold, I held him away, and that was why he lied and raged, blah, blah, blah. I had done a bunch of work on myself, and I ended the marriage and did more work. I bought myself a house, I coparent like a champ, and I am very successful in my work.
And then two years ago I met my BF. We both fell hard, but I still took the time to review for signs and flags, all the tests to see if he was for real. I was open and upfront about my history, which goes beyond my ex, and into my FOO, of course. He has been open, honest, loving and funny. Our sex life is amazing, both of us have strong sex drives and match so well and it’s never dwindled. Friends and family commented on how they have never seen a couple with more in common. I didn’t know it was possible to feel this much love and feel so loved, seen, and validated. That never wavered. I moved in a year ago, we decided to combine households during the pandemic, to make our own family bubble. We talked about the future, and how we would grow old together.
But two days ago, he left his iPad out with the browser page up. This is not unusual, he has never been secretive with electronics, they are always laying around. So I plugged it in, minimized the screen, and when I went to set it down, accidentally opened an app. It was a messaging app. I don’t want to go into all the details but two days of TT and my life is in pieces. I found out he has been on countless message boards, sexting with so many women. He rekindled a friendship with a very toxic friend from before we met that he said was out of his life - from reading all his messages I don’t think that has ever been sexual or romantic, but he has still been lying about it. And twice he went out to actually participate with strangers. The first time he chickened out. I know this because I saw the messages about it from the people he was supposed to meet with. The second time, his car broke down on the way. He is a broken mess right now and swears I know everything, and I have been over every inch of his phone and I can’t find anything else, but I just can’t be certain there isn’t something more, my gut says it’s 75/25, 25 being the odds there’s something more. I feel utterly destroyed, I can’t find the words for this. It is so much worse than before, I never thought this man would do this.
He is truly broken, I have never seen such devastation in a person and not just about the pain he has caused me, but how he has betrayed himself as well as me. How he has ruined our family, our partnership and our future. He does not put any blame on me, says I am more than enough, that he is broken, that he just got in a cycle of lies and secrets and couldn’t stop and doesn’t know why. He has reached out to a counsellor right away to begin getting help to find out the answers for why he would sabotage the best thing he has ever had, and how to be the man he wants to be. He is researching additional resources to help him identify his motivators, triggers and boundaries and strategies. He seems completely determined to find out why he made these choices and become a better man.
He has asked me to please give him a chance to show me he can become the man we both thought he was and to then give him a chance. I told him I cannot make any decision right now, I am in shock and need time. I have told him that he has never been through this, he doesn’t know how hard R can be, and he needs to know he may do all the work in the world, we may do a bunch of work together, he will have to watch me go through so much pain and know his choices caused this, and I still may, in the end, say I can’t. And it will possibly, probably, take years if it can happen at all, and it will never be the same again. Promises for the future are gone now.
I laid it out to a friend of mine, a neighbour, this morning, all of it, and then I asked if I am a fool to even think there could be a chance. I expected her to say yes, it is foolish and I should cut my losses. But she didn’t. She said she was disappointed, angry and disgusted by what he did, but none of it jives with the man she knows, and has known, for years. She says wait and see. When I met him he was finishing recovering from a devastating injury, and he worked hours every day to recover and regain the life he wanted. She reminded me of that and suggested I stand back, and see if he will work that hard again to regain the man he wants to be, then decide if I want to give him a chance.
It makes sense, but god it hurts. I know the panic attacks, the triggers, the pain and tears and anger and loathing that are ahead. But the thing is, because of his choices, I have to go through that either way. Where I do that, I can’t say right now. I love him so much but I hate what he has done just as much. I don’t know what side of the scale I will tip towards. I just hate that I am here again; not because this is a bad place, it is a wonderful, supportive place, but I hate that I need to be here.