Walking in on my wife doin it - 09/12/14 10:30 AM
Hello everybody.
Let me first say this forum has been a huge help for me during the last two weeks. Reading the stories and reading the advice from other folks who have gone through what I�m going through has been very helpful in helping me navigate this confusing time. I�ve never been an individual to post my thoughts like this but if it helps me move forward and grow and not be sad then I figured I didn�t have much to lose.
I�m 37 and my wife just turned 30. We have been in a relationship for 4 years and married for a year and a half. We married due to her getting pregnant. A month after the pregnancy we had a miscarriage. So we have no kids. Except for the occasional head butt (because we are both stubborn) the relationship has been blissfully wonderful except the last 3 to 4 months. She has been going through a rough time. Losing her job, having to work at a place where she is wayyyy over qualified and something about hitting 30 I think really messed her up. She had also been putting job applications out there only to be rejected time and time again. She had always been a drinker but the last several months a half a bottle of wine turned into buying a handle of Jim Beam or two or three.
Her job consisted of her traveling 6 months out of the year. After dealing with several years of her traveling and the chaotic nature of her job this last time �her contract ended� I gave her an ultimatum that the stress it causes me, her, and our relationship that she should not pursue her line of work anymore. I was at my wits end on dealing with it. With her loss of job and me racing to keep track of our bills I guess I worked too much and neglected to pay attention to her.
The final day before our well anticipated vacation we had planned (Both of us looked forward to it) all year had arrived and I left work an hour early and came home to her sleeping with someone in our spare bedroom. The thoughts and things that happened when I walked in on them go by pretty quickly but I flip out and almost bust a cap in their @$$. Thank God my mom�s face appeared in my head because I didn�t do it. My soul, my life, and my future could have irreparably taken a downward spiral. He ran and she sat on the couch drunk and looking stupefied. She apologized and even pleaded for me to stay in the spare room. I couldn�t be in this house any longer or I would have lost it. I didn�t hear much of what she was saying; I was utterly confounded and appalled. I just grabbed a suitcase of clothes, my personal crap, my cat, and dog and called a friend and said I needed to stay the night.
The next day I peaced out to Southern Florida (Our vacation spot) by myself. I figured I worked for it I was exhausted from working 65 hours a week and I was not sleeping due to me thinking over and over again on what I experienced. I don�t think I would have made it if I was within a hundred miles of her. She contacted me a few times to tell me she loved me but in my rage I told her never to use Love and me in the same sentence again. I told her I needed space and I drank to forget and tried to keep myself busy while down south. After about four days I was able to write a detailed note on my opinion of our relationship and the pain and the BS I dealt with just during our time together. She was a slob and a financial mess and things were just always chaotic. I guess six years dealing with things not changing and being stuck in this wheel of chaos I too realized I wasn�t happy in the relationship. The note was not pleasant but I wasn�t mean at all on my points (More stern I guess) I pretty much said I should get a divorce but the only reason I�m not is because I come from a long line of shattered relationships, and I made a vow to my family and God that I am in this marriage through think and thin. It took so much effort to write that last part because my feelings were hurt. My pride was hurt and she broke our vows and trust between us.
I get back into town 7 days later. My chest would still get the �broken heart feel� several times a day but nothing like 72 hours of the gut wrenching pain I experienced. The next day I get back I ask her if I can grab more of my crap. In walk into our house and she cooks me a lasagna dinner like nothing ever happened. (A lasagna dinner) I regretfully say I�m not interested and I want answers not food. During this visit I tell her I cannot be in the house together with her. So I�m finding a place to live on my own. I also brought up why she did what she did. She said she only slept with this guy 2x but all I hear are lies out of her mouth. She has no explanation on her actions. She doesn�t know why she did what she did. It just happened. She is whole heartedly sorry. She brought up that I�m also like her best friend and not her lover. This cut deep. (Wtf does that mean) My reply was that I was working my butt off to help pay the bills and to be a provider. She said we didn�t have sex enough. I either was totally exhausted from work, disgruntled at her for drinking and being a slob. Being a drunken retarded mess after I get off work doesn�t really make my juices flow. I told her to think about our relationship and not to straddle the fence. If she wants counseling and to work at our marriage then she has to put the effort into it. We sit there another 20 minutes not talking and I pretty much said I guess that�s it. She is a horrible communicator and like always I�m stuck holding a wet paper bag. My final convo with her was a question I had always wanted to know. If she had an eating disorder. She told me yes. This was an issue for several years I tried to help her with but she never came clean. It knocked me back when she came clean. I asked if she was handling it better and she said yes.
It�s been two weeks since D day. And a week since I�ve seen her face to face. I move into the apartment in a few weeks and I�m TRYING to focus on the future. I�m tearing out my skin to call her, to talk to her to see her. I even regret not eating her food now. And it�s over that last question I asked. Why after everything is over and were talking about divorce that she finally wants to come clean about something like that. I don�t want to push her away due to my stubbornness but I�m hurt and even though I�m calm and rational deep down I get twangs of guilt and sadness. Should I give her a few weeks to think about our marriage? Or should I just focus on making my life better now. I don't want to push her away but I also don't want her to this that was ok. Is my pride gonna mess this up for me? I�m sorry about the book I just wrote and if this seems confusing.
R.J
Let me first say this forum has been a huge help for me during the last two weeks. Reading the stories and reading the advice from other folks who have gone through what I�m going through has been very helpful in helping me navigate this confusing time. I�ve never been an individual to post my thoughts like this but if it helps me move forward and grow and not be sad then I figured I didn�t have much to lose.
I�m 37 and my wife just turned 30. We have been in a relationship for 4 years and married for a year and a half. We married due to her getting pregnant. A month after the pregnancy we had a miscarriage. So we have no kids. Except for the occasional head butt (because we are both stubborn) the relationship has been blissfully wonderful except the last 3 to 4 months. She has been going through a rough time. Losing her job, having to work at a place where she is wayyyy over qualified and something about hitting 30 I think really messed her up. She had also been putting job applications out there only to be rejected time and time again. She had always been a drinker but the last several months a half a bottle of wine turned into buying a handle of Jim Beam or two or three.
Her job consisted of her traveling 6 months out of the year. After dealing with several years of her traveling and the chaotic nature of her job this last time �her contract ended� I gave her an ultimatum that the stress it causes me, her, and our relationship that she should not pursue her line of work anymore. I was at my wits end on dealing with it. With her loss of job and me racing to keep track of our bills I guess I worked too much and neglected to pay attention to her.
The final day before our well anticipated vacation we had planned (Both of us looked forward to it) all year had arrived and I left work an hour early and came home to her sleeping with someone in our spare bedroom. The thoughts and things that happened when I walked in on them go by pretty quickly but I flip out and almost bust a cap in their @$$. Thank God my mom�s face appeared in my head because I didn�t do it. My soul, my life, and my future could have irreparably taken a downward spiral. He ran and she sat on the couch drunk and looking stupefied. She apologized and even pleaded for me to stay in the spare room. I couldn�t be in this house any longer or I would have lost it. I didn�t hear much of what she was saying; I was utterly confounded and appalled. I just grabbed a suitcase of clothes, my personal crap, my cat, and dog and called a friend and said I needed to stay the night.
The next day I peaced out to Southern Florida (Our vacation spot) by myself. I figured I worked for it I was exhausted from working 65 hours a week and I was not sleeping due to me thinking over and over again on what I experienced. I don�t think I would have made it if I was within a hundred miles of her. She contacted me a few times to tell me she loved me but in my rage I told her never to use Love and me in the same sentence again. I told her I needed space and I drank to forget and tried to keep myself busy while down south. After about four days I was able to write a detailed note on my opinion of our relationship and the pain and the BS I dealt with just during our time together. She was a slob and a financial mess and things were just always chaotic. I guess six years dealing with things not changing and being stuck in this wheel of chaos I too realized I wasn�t happy in the relationship. The note was not pleasant but I wasn�t mean at all on my points (More stern I guess) I pretty much said I should get a divorce but the only reason I�m not is because I come from a long line of shattered relationships, and I made a vow to my family and God that I am in this marriage through think and thin. It took so much effort to write that last part because my feelings were hurt. My pride was hurt and she broke our vows and trust between us.
I get back into town 7 days later. My chest would still get the �broken heart feel� several times a day but nothing like 72 hours of the gut wrenching pain I experienced. The next day I get back I ask her if I can grab more of my crap. In walk into our house and she cooks me a lasagna dinner like nothing ever happened. (A lasagna dinner) I regretfully say I�m not interested and I want answers not food. During this visit I tell her I cannot be in the house together with her. So I�m finding a place to live on my own. I also brought up why she did what she did. She said she only slept with this guy 2x but all I hear are lies out of her mouth. She has no explanation on her actions. She doesn�t know why she did what she did. It just happened. She is whole heartedly sorry. She brought up that I�m also like her best friend and not her lover. This cut deep. (Wtf does that mean) My reply was that I was working my butt off to help pay the bills and to be a provider. She said we didn�t have sex enough. I either was totally exhausted from work, disgruntled at her for drinking and being a slob. Being a drunken retarded mess after I get off work doesn�t really make my juices flow. I told her to think about our relationship and not to straddle the fence. If she wants counseling and to work at our marriage then she has to put the effort into it. We sit there another 20 minutes not talking and I pretty much said I guess that�s it. She is a horrible communicator and like always I�m stuck holding a wet paper bag. My final convo with her was a question I had always wanted to know. If she had an eating disorder. She told me yes. This was an issue for several years I tried to help her with but she never came clean. It knocked me back when she came clean. I asked if she was handling it better and she said yes.
It�s been two weeks since D day. And a week since I�ve seen her face to face. I move into the apartment in a few weeks and I�m TRYING to focus on the future. I�m tearing out my skin to call her, to talk to her to see her. I even regret not eating her food now. And it�s over that last question I asked. Why after everything is over and were talking about divorce that she finally wants to come clean about something like that. I don�t want to push her away due to my stubbornness but I�m hurt and even though I�m calm and rational deep down I get twangs of guilt and sadness. Should I give her a few weeks to think about our marriage? Or should I just focus on making my life better now. I don't want to push her away but I also don't want her to this that was ok. Is my pride gonna mess this up for me? I�m sorry about the book I just wrote and if this seems confusing.
R.J