well, you got me engaged with what you wrote.. i guess i have lot of thinking to do, and another day passed with NC, i wish we all find that device from Men in black that erases memories.. that would be easier on all of us! laugh
keep jokes aside, i will run everything in my head again, and decide what is the best way to go, but whatever way i chose, im glade i found this forum, it is always good to have support.
Thanks for the kind words. I'm encouraged to see you are engaged with it. I hope that I have encouraged you to stick around and do some serious introspection into what you want out of your life. I think some context as to where I come from and what is driving me today is important.
Look brother, and don't get me wrong, I'm not coming after you with daggers or lances chanting "off with his head" in case you may have got that impression of me or others here. Quite the contrary, as my profile and signature line say, I am a wayward myself as well as piling on top of the whole thing the fact that I'm also betrayed too. Translation, I've been married almost 13 years (will be 13 on 01May2023) and I've been exclusive with my wife since we as young lads "made it Facebook official" on 07Oct2007, so going on 15 years together. It's funny how she would kill me for saying this is how I remember dates, but the night we started dating officially was a Nebraska/Missouri football game in 2007 (we are Husker fans as I'm from Nebraska, her El Salvador with family in Nebraska), she came over to watch the game with me at my place that night and we made it official. In March 2009, Google says April 06, 2009, it was night of the NCAA Men's Final Four Championship Game and she called me that her new apartment had lost power because the landlord had screwed her and her roommate over and she needed a place to stay. She had already been staying over at my place plenty, but we finally, with her father being reluctant but out of the country, we moved her into my place. We got engaged in December 2009, right before she headed home to El Salvador for the Christmas break (About 2-3 weeks she was there). A couple of nights after she went back there, I had a few friends over to chill, and then one of my friends left and then it was down to two of us. A gal I had known a little bit and I, both drinking and while it's been a long time and I was drinking that night, I woke up in the morning with her in my bed and while I was fuzzy even then on the details, I know enough that it was absolutely a full on PA/ONS kind of situation.
Long story short, I hung out with her a couple of nights later and this time my best friend was there the whole time. My best friend knew that I was recently engaged and he shook me out of doing something stupid that night, he was not there the time before, it was a different, more distant friend. My best friend, who has been my friend since childhood, was pretty pissed at me. He was home for break from grad school and was over hanging out with me and watched me cheat on my fiancé, a gal who he had known since the genesis of my relationship with her. So I vowed that night to myself to sort of "take it to my grave" and move on with my soon to be wife and life. Well, my now wife (fiancé at the time) came back sometime in early January. I had picked her up, was so excited to see her and it was great to have her back. She was in school and since I had graduated in May 2008, I had been working what has turned into my career job in pharmaceutical quality (back then I was just a wee laboratory analyst testing the raw materials and components for tablets manufacturing facility). My wife flew back in the afternoon/evening and the next day I went to work while she had the day at home. I came home from work that night and she confronted me on my shit. She had spent time that day sleuthing through my message history, at that time I was communicating through texts on my phone and through Windows/MSN Messenger, and I didn't know it kept chat history logs, but she was studying computer science and she knew where to find those logs and she found me talking to this ONS AP through there and confirming that we did in fact have sex and I even commented about how it was great, etc. etc. Basically, the most devastating stuff for a betrayed to read. She had to read it all out in the open. I came home, with the evidence clearly right in front of us both, I lied and minimized what had happened. She was devastated and she was not sure if she was going to go through with the marriage. She had suspected it because I am not a good poker player and after the ONS happened, she said that I had completely changed and it was obvious I had changed my behavior and she knew something had happened/was up. Once she confirmed it, like I said, she was devastated.
As I look back on it today, we did a couple of things right and a couple of things wrong in the aftermath of what I would now consider an EA that lead to a single night of PA, but let's not fool ourselves, had my best friend not been around for that second evening, which was a few nights after the ONS, I would've probably slept with this AP a second time and I'm just speculating, with knowledge of myself and the time, but it wouldn't have stopped there. It would've kept going and escalated a lot. If my fiancé at the time (now wife) hadn't caught me when she did, it wouldn't have ended and she probably shouldn't have married me. I mentioned things we did right, well, when she found out, I didn't even send a message, I just went into full damage control mode. I deleted this AP from all social media and blocked her on all forms of communication. I think she found a way through to reach me on an old email address about a week or two after I had gone NC. My wife and I were young, we did what we now know is "Hysterical Bonding" where we had an uptick in our sex. You can look up the term, but it is generally that the betrayed and wayward connect sexually as a sort of rekindling of their physical relationship, oftentimes it feels like you are recapturing territory that the AP took from you as a betrayed. Of course, in your early 20s, we didn't put that level of conscious thought or deliberateness to it, but that is what it was. We were getting at it like rabbits, which, I mean, young 20s male, totally okay with me.
The night that changed my life forever, I will never forget the look on her face and the evening. We were probably at the 5 week mark after discovery, out to dinner on a Friday night after my work as a date. We were drinking some of our favorite beers at a local brewery with great eats. After the second beer she reveals that she is late by about two weeks and she is worried that she is pregnant. Suddenly, an interaction that week or the week before regarding some fragrant onions/garlic made sense, she was super sensitive to smells which she had never been. We ended our date night with a trip to the store to get a couple of pregnancy tests. They all came back positive and we confirmed it that Saturday morning with a blood test and ultrasound. Suddenly, all the shit between us with the cheating seemed all so back burner. Here is what we got wrong...we put our relationship issues aside and now had a new life we had created to focus on. All the considerations about how I protect my child by protecting the mother of my child. Between that February night and May 2010, we basically rugswept my EA/PA to focus on how we bring this child into the best environment possible. My wife's immigration status as a student was going to be up when she graduated in May 2010 and she was going to have to return to El Salvador. With the support of our families, we agreed that being married and starting the paperwork for her to stay with me here in the USA was the best option for the baby. It may not have been the best for my wife if I'm being honest, she was sort of trapped into it. She was an immigrant here, her student visa clock was ticking, she was pregnant and probably wanted nothing to do with me. We got married on May 01, 2010, in a small, very private ceremony in my hometown, with her sister and nephew present and my parents and brother around. The marriage was so that we had a legal basis to work on changing her visa status and also so that she could be covered under my health insurance.
We never really worked through the issues that my affair brought to our relationship, hence why it is called rug sweeping. The only real thing I did was not sleep with other women, and I have not slept with or touched any other woman since that December 2009 timeframe. I did have two additional EAs, one in 2013-2014 with a colleague (although at the time I denied it vehemently) right after we moved from Nebraska to Alabama as a family and another after we moved again to Florida starting in 2017 and finally ending in Sept 2019 for good. In parallel in 2017, my wife was also having an EA that I didn't learn until Feb 2020 had become a PA at some point in 2018. I won't get into that story, but to say that her and I have had a lot of work to do on ourselves and on our marriage is the understatement of the century. I'm fully aware of how much of an absolutely terrible husband and father that I have been at times in the last 15 years. I tell you these things so that you may understand, I come at you just as guilty as you are of betraying my spouse. I've been hard at work in IC since 2020 and it has taken me a couple of years to really work through some of the issues from my past to understand the really deep reasons why I allowed my boundaries to slip over and over again. I was super susceptible to the "Damsel in Distress" where I wanted to fix the problems of anyone in my orbit.
Remember the EA I had with a colleague in 2013-2014, it started out very innocently as friendly with a less experienced analyst who was genuinely coming to me for guidance/mentorship as I had a number of years under my belt at that point, which is why we had moved to Alabama for the job opportunity that was because of my excellent performance and experience at my previous stop. I had no problems helping her with her job, because she was part of my team and it was helping the team. We became friends and soon enough she shared with me that her living situation had become a mess, she had just moved into a new apartment but there was a leaking pipe in the unit above hers and there was water damage, etc. and she didn't know what to do about moving to a new unit in her complex. She asked for a hand in moving some furniture and I had the impression that a few colleagues were coming, because I had heard her talking about it with them too.
Turns out that I was the only one that she asked to help her move and I was at this point still naively not picking the signals that she was into me. I started out to help a friend move some boxes and bulky furniture, like couches, tables and chairs. It came time to move her bedroom furniture and that is when things took a turn, I took apart her bed frame and with her help we carried it over to the new place in sections, where I then proceeded to help her assemble it back into place. The next thing was her dresser, which was easier to carry if we just took the drawers out and then carried them over without having to take all the clothes out and sort. When she had me carry the drawer with all her underwear and lingerie I remember that was the moment that things were crossing a line. We finished up that and some other items, leaving only small things like kitchen stuff for her to move on her own and I knew it was time to get out of there. It was close to dinner time anyways and I knew my wife was waiting for me at home with food, but this friend kept insisting that she would order some pizza and we could have some of the beer in her fridge. I insisted that it was not necessary and I needed to go. She then said, well a least let me pay you for your time and help, to which I said nah, it isn't that big of deal, I would hope others do the same for me (because they had in the past). She claimed nonsense and told me that she had something for me, and I was confused, she told me she had to go get it, it was in one of the boxes I'd moved. I was naive or stupid (a little of both at that moment) because when she opened the door to her bedroom a few minutes later in a the most revealing little teddy I'd seen, I remember at that moment panicking and realizing that I had crossed a ton of lines to get here but I wasn't crossing this line. As she invited me to stay, I don't remember what I said, but I booked it out of there and home. I remember the whole ride home just a mental wreck. I came home and immediately confessed to my wife, telling her the whole truth about what had just happened and of course. My wife contacted her and told her to stay away from me, etc. The next week at work, this gal acted as if nothing happened and that I made it all up. Even when my wife contacted her she pretended that none of it happened and that she wasn't into me. I didn't go into a friendship with this gal looking to cheat on my wife, but just to help someone. It should've been a huge blinking warning light that I had a boundary issue with the "Damsel in Distress" type, but neither I or my wife saw that warning sign. I think we saw it as a near miss and when this gal was separated from the company a few months later in a layoff, I had no more contact with her, so we went No Contact without the formality of it all. Since I stopped seeing her and we had pretty much not spoken in awhile, I never blocked her or deleted her contact until 2020, which is a whole different story. Of course, I would later learn that my wife never believed that I didn't sleep with this gal and to this day, I think she assumes that I did sleep with her, and given my track record from 2009, I cannot blame her, but only myself for that thought even being in her head. Mind you, at the time, my wife had raise some concerns, this colleague would send me messages in the evening, sometimes related to work, but as time went on, it became less about work and other stuff like hobbies or areas of mutual interest, of which we had a couple. It wouldn't come until I came to this board in late 2019 as a lurker and then later as a member in early 2020 that I was introduced to a couple of books on infidelity like "How to Help Your Spouse Heal" and "Not Just Friends."
I remember one night during that timeframe, late 2019/early 2020, I was reading "Not Just Friends" and there is a series of yes/no questions where you score the answers. I was thinking of myself and this colleague, being honest with myself about the questions, and sure as shit, I think it scored 7/10 or 8/10 which means your relationship was absolutely, positively more than a friendship and more in the realm of emotional affair. As I began to reframe my thinking of that "friendship" it is absolutely clear that it had the hallmarks of an EA, but I didn't have the vocabulary or context necessary to call it that. So by the time we got to 2017-2019, my wife's EA that turned PA had a lot of trauma inflicted by me behind it. Don't get me wrong, she owns her own shit, but to say the past and the EA that I was having from 2017-Sept 2019 weren't a factor is also misrepresenting the situation. None of it happened in a vacuum.
I've hurt this woman something tremendous over a long period of time. 2009-2019 were some of the worst years of my life. I was unfaithful physically with one woman and emotionally with three different woman in that same timespan. After the first time in 2009, I had sworn to her, our unborn child and the world that I was not ever going to do it her again. Yet, a few years later, here I am in a new geographic location and I'm hurting her again, she is begging with me, pleading with me, that my friendship with this colleague is inapporpriate. Of course, all we do there is just sort of talk less on our phones in the evening and take a little bit longer chatting at lunch or coffee break. I had no intentions of sleeping with this gal, but there was an emotional connection with her that was stealing intimacy from my wife and from my son. Then, a few years after that EA ends, I move her away from a support system and friends in N. Alabama to S. Florida. Our son also went to kindergarten for the first time in the fall of 2016 when we moved, so she went from working full-time ish (30 hours weekly) to stay at home mom in a new place with a kid in school all day for the first time. I think honestly, the isolation and time at home became a prison for her, the weight of the past traumas from my infidelity really hit on her and she began to disconnect from me and our relationship. I remember mentioning to her after our move, her only friend was her phone, as I would find her having to charge it 2 or 3 times a day, and it was a new phone with a robust battery life. I would later uncover the EA aspects of her relationship and I remember simultaneously thinking that I was involved in one myself. I won't go over the rest of the awful, painful story that both of us endured for a couple of years there, again, major mistakes were made. We recommitted to each other and swore up and down that we were done with EAs, but we never went to anyone for help, never sought IC or MC to help us navigate this whole mess. It wasn't until my wife came to me in Sept 2019 and told me that it was time to divorce, this wasn't working anymore. She was dead serious about this and it was the first time she had ever been that way, things were different.
After Sept 2019, I worked on getting my shit together. I went NC, eventually a few months later, unprompted, I nuked my social media accounts on Facebook, Instagram and SnapChat. In retrospect, nuking social media was one of my best ever decisions not just from a fidelity to my marriage standpoint, but from a "way less toxic shit in my life." Facebook was having an impact on me in many negative ways, with the vitriol and political controversies that got amplified on there, it was better that going into a 2020 election year that I wasn't on there.
What I was alluding to in a previous post is that unburdening yourself and living an authentic life is truly the way to be. There was a time there for a long time that the thought of handing my wife my phone for something would make me anxious to the sky. I was telling another poster this recently, but because my life is out there in the open, no secrets from my wife or family, I've swung to the other side, I've left my phone just laying around for hours to the point where I've lost it because my wife or son were the last ones to have it. Some of the conflict avoidant behavior that I learned growing up, go along to get along is really something that I'm conscious about. When I feel myself starting to knuckle under or cave, I now throw a fit and advocate for myself and my position. My marriage is not perfect, but no relationship ever is perfect, but I know that I am living a life where I am truthful with my wife.
In my professional life, I've grown my career to where I overlook a medium sized department and almost all the folks who report to me, or their managers report to me are women. Given my history with workplace interactions, I think my wife was right to be on-guard there, but I've been able to establish clear and explicit boundaries with the women I work with. Each of them knows that I went through a lot and I've shared with them the broad strokes of what has happened so that they know that I'm serious about R with my wife and that there are going to be boundaries established. It helps that most of the women I manage are married with families of their own. I mean naturally as their direct manager, we end up talking about their kids or their families because it is who they are as people. You got a sick kid and have to take off now to get them, that kind of stuff happens. Your husband got into a fender bender and his car cannot be driven off the scene, so you have to head out and meet up with him and go deal with that crisis scenario, again, shit happens and your family comes first. That sort of stuff naturally happens in the course of work, and I pride myself in hiring professionals who do not need to be constantly micromanaged. I have a couple of folks who report to me who work primarily remote and keep their own set of hours, but things like I just mentioned have happened with them and they shoot me a quick message "my kid/baby is sick, might be another infection so we here waiting at the doctor's office now, I will be back at my desk in an hour or two." Being a father and husband, I am aware that these things happen and try to show my team empathy because I've always been a pretty empathetic person. All of these interactions with women I work with or even a few pretty close female friends are all above board and it feels great to not have to hide or worry about handing my wife my unlocked phone for her to do whatever she needs to do.
I wanted to share this long winding story to show you that it took me a long time to pull my head out of my rear and to start treating my wife and family the way that they deserve, the way that I committed to on my wedding day. The one thing I will you is that part of being a wayward is that you become really versed in the word of lying to cover up lies. Senseless and stupid lies that I used to tell. Sometimes those lies would stupid things like bragging about how much of a discount I got on something or people that I knew or had a connection with, just to "fit in" and I found that over the years, I had weaved such a web of lies that I had forgotten what the original lie was and I had totally lost the plot. It is kind of why I've swung the other way, earlier in my post I could tell you a few exact days that happened 15 or so years ago because I wanted to be precise even with a post to an anonymous message board, because that is just evidence of the change in me. Telling lies and fibs, outside of hiding a Christmas/Birthday gift feels downright dirty. If you really take this recovery seriously, you can get to a similar place in your life where you only traffic in the truth and authentic self. Like I said in the outside, I encourage you to stick around and keep "noodling" (an old mentor introduced me to that term for contemplating/ruminating on something) on the idea of a full disclosure to your wife. Disclosure to your wife is no doubt going to hurt her and if your empathy bones aren't broken, watching your wife break down will hurt you. As someone who has been on both sides of betrayal, I can tell you that the pain you feel from being betrayed is profound and I can recognize that for you, her finding out is one of your greatest fears. Once she knows, she knows. You cannot deal with this alone. Carrying it around to yourself is actually itself a very selfish and self-destructive behavior. It is far better to get it all out there, "cards on the table" so to speak and work through it openly and clearly with an IC and if you are both ready at a time down the road, a MC. If she chooses to divorce you, like I said in my last post, I and others here would be empathetic but firm with you, it hurts you that she wants to do that, but as we do say around here, when you choose your AP, you had already "divorced" her you just didn't inform her. Alright, enough for now, sorry of the lengthy post, but I also felt it important to share with you why I believe so deeply in the process here as I feel that I'm a product of it's success. I'm out. Good luck and keep posting!