Have been living in a cascade of discoveries since February. I had no idea how naive I was.
My husband and I have been together our entire adult lives, since high school. I always pinched myself at how lucky I was to have such a sweet, gentle and loving partner. He has some childhood trauma and a chaotic family with a lot of unhealthy behaviors- I chalked up his beyond his years maturity to having to grow up fast.
Fast forward about 15 years, 10 married, and here we are. He spent the last three years struggling with addiction to prescription drugs and alcohol with stints of sobriety in between three relapses followed by treatment. I got pregnant last year with our first child, and he relapsed two months later. Spend a month in rehab, several more in treatment while working and is now drug tested weekly.
Because he could no longer use, he believes his drug seeking behavior turned to attention/sex seeking behavior.
I got my first message in February, when I was nearly due to deliver our first child. A woman reached out that they had matched on a dating site, and she researched a little and found me. I thought it was a joke or an imposter. I even showed him in disbelief. He confessed a few hours later. He was caught so soon he only started talking to women. I have never been so devastated in my life. Well…. Up until that point.
We did some marriage counseling and I put it on a shelf. I was scared if I felt it I would hurt my pregnancy. But the gnawing feeling didn’t go away. About a month after I had my daughter, I finally acted on my impulse to look through his phone. I found a message soliciting an escort for the next day. I went back farther and found another two weeks earlier that had already happened. He confessed that he had seen her twice, once right before I gave birth and once two weeks after. They didn’t have sex but it was a massage and a "happy ending".
I spent the last two months obsessing over every detail. Every touch. Every moment. I have interrogated him again and again, any new information filling in more of the picture and playing over and over and rereading the messages. I was pretty sure we were done.
He has always known what to say to give me hope.
Early this month I had friends visiting and then family back to back. I had told them what happened and asked him to stay somewhere else for those weeks to give me some space. And I could see him spiral into a dark place.
He moved back home after and the gnawing feeling came back. I asked him, begged him, and he told me there was nothing. The next day I got my second message.
He had been back on various dating sites and was talking with several women. One contacted me anonymously to let me know. I grabbed his phone and found the messages. Intimate and very hard to read. Back and forth coordinating meet ups but never actually meeting. I read them all.
I contacted three of the women he was texting to let them know what was happening. They all thought we were separated, which we kind of were but we didn’t agree to see other people. Anyways there is a lot more detail in there but I’m not sure it matters. He said he was spiraling in his sex addiction and was acting from impulse to impulse without much thought or plan. Just to get that next ego boost.
He’s started going to meetings, got a sponsor for sex addition (has been active in NA for a long time), and has answered every question I have about the details without defensiveness. He set up a blocker on his phone for all adult sites and let me add whatever I wanted and set the password. He’s working on it. He seems broken and hollow and devastated he did this to me and his child. I never realized the inferiority complex that was always within him until now. Though I should be furious I am so sad to see this man I shared my entire adult life with wracked with this perception of himself. I feel crazy.
I feel logically leaving is the answer but my heart wants to stay. It’s very confusing to me. I have a post nup in the works so me and my daughter are provided for however this shakes out. He said he’d sign whatever I wanted. Every day I feel a different emotion, and path forward. My family and friends will never see him the same way. I feel like the worlds biggest idiot for not kicking him out immediately and can’t help but wonder if I’m showing him I accept this behavior, and if it will spiral again.