My boyfriend (23M) and I (32F) met at work and began a magical relationship. Although he was younger than me, he really won over my heart and seemed to love me the way I always wanted to be loved. I was fired because of the relationship, he was not. We moved in together after about 6 months together and I began working from home. A couple of months later he proposed to me suddenly at home, right after coming back from a fun trip with his coworkers. I said yes, this was the first time I truly wanted to spend my life with someone. We've always had an incredible connection, physically, emotionally and beyond. But soon after, he began to change. He became more and more distant, anything would set off his anger and he began to work overtime. All throughout I continued to be loving and patient. I even began to get the paperwork ready for us to get married, but he broke down and said it was too soon. This hurt me, but I tried to put my feelings aside.
Soon after, I broke my foot badly and my computer broke down, so I lost my job. At this point I felt like he couldn’t stand me sometimes and fights would break out over the littlest things, with him saying very hurtful things. I suffer from depression and all of this had me in a very dark place. Our first anniversary was a disaster, we hadn’t been getting along, but I tried to put it behind us and asked him if we could have lunch together; which he rejected. Somehow I continued to focus on the good aspects about him and kept trucking on.
Now, I’m not a jealous person and I don’t check phones, but a month after our anniversary I felt like something was really wrong. Something was telling me to check his phone. When I did, I found out he had just slept with a coworker a few days prior and they had a seemingly-eternal conversation going via WhatsApp where they chatted all day, every day. I broke, I shook uncontrollably, I felt like I was gonna pass out. Their messages to each other were filled with so much love, love that I hadn’t gotten from him in months. It was a month and a half worth of conversation, but there was more from before, which had been deleted. I later read the entirety of the 1.5 months and found out they had been seeing each other for at least 4 months and had sex before this too, unprotected.
I woke him up and confronted him, he denied at first, of course. I told him I had seen the conversation and, with a completely broken heart, asked him "why didn’t you just leave me??". He had no words. When he did finally speak it was only to blame me. I told him to pack his stuff and get out. I had given him everything, I trusted him 100%, I encouraged him and taught him so much. I couldn’t believe it. I had wasted time trying to calm him down during arguments, when I could’ve been spending more time with my son.
In reading the entire conversation, or what he didn’t delete, which takes 7+ hours to skim read, I felt our relationship had all been a lie. They had sex the first time during the work trip, the day before he proposed to me. He complained about me to her constantly. They made out everyday at and around work, spoke about everything, sexted and sent nudes. He came inside her and bought her a plan b pill. Several times he said he wished things were different and he could come home to her. Also that he "couldn’t wait to get out of this problem, my gf". His words to her were honestly more loving than anything he had ever told me. I cried for days, I felt so sick and utterly traumatized.
5 days after finding out, I lost custody of my son. The custody loss was another series of unfortunate events, although my depression from my bf’s rejection ties into it. The pain was so extreme that I texted him. He came running and held me. He also got on his knees and cried like a baby, while he apologized. I told him I didn’t want to take him back, I just needed my best friend at that moment. He stayed with me for a couple of days and then he would go back and forth from my place to his for the next few months. I wanted to keep it strictly friendly, but eventually we were back to our old ways of enjoying each other’s company and talking for hours on end. We also began having sex again, although it was hard for me now, it made me sad. He seemed to honestly regret what he had done, but none of it made sense to me and still doesn’t. He shared all of his passwords with me, even his location, and I checked everything constantly, which also made me sad.
Since everything was so fresh, I kept asking him questions about it, to try to process, but he would have panic attacks every time and become suicidal. Several times I had to forcibly hold him so he wouldn’t kill himself out of guilt. This led me to stop talking about it and tuck my feelings away, but I was not ok. I ended up engaging with someone sexually, once. There was no penetration, since I still couldn’t bring myself to go that far with anyone else. I did it mostly to get economic help from this guy and because I thought I would be dumb not to get a little revenge. Long story short, my bf found out, blackmailed the other guy by texting him to pay up or he'd show his gf. After this he was jailed for extortion. It was devastating, especially as the jail situation in this country is disastrous, they're extremely overcrowded, prisoners get no sunlight, physical activity or visits. He’s been going through hell the past few months. I’ve also had to spend everything I have to cover all of his expenses. When we get to speak, he says he's going to commit suicide and I have to try to give him hope. It's been very difficult.
Despite knowing that he’s more than paying for what he did to me, I still can’t shake the trauma and forgive him. Any chance we get, he tells me he loves me, wants to marry me, be with me forever and have kids with me. He’s written me a few letters in which he emphasizes how guilty he feels for fucking up my life and that he sees things very differently and just wants to love me forever. His words help, to an extent, but I can’t forget what I read in their conversation. Knowing also that what I read is a small part of their overall relationship. Knowing he came inside her. Knowing he chose her over me for so long. That he disrespected me so badly during those months. Knowing he never planned to confess. All these thoughts and feelings have been overflowing, now that I don’t have him to reassure me and distract me constantly.
It's been 6 months since DDay. I’m living with my mom now and she says I need to stop being in jail with him. I’ve locked myself up so I can afford to pay his legal and living expenses. I’ve been very depressed because I’m grieving the loss of what I thought would be a beautiful, lifelong relationship, the loss of my son and the loss of my bf again after he was jailed. And honestly I struggle every day because I still don’t know if I could marry him and start a family with him after this. The triggers are everywhere. If he says something loving, I remember when he would say it to her, and that’s just one example.
I guess in writing this I’m hoping for any words of support or advice. I don’t have many friends, and those I have don’t relate to this. If you made it this far, thank you, truly.