My husband and I were born 5 days apart in 1980. We always joked that we came here to earth together. I was madly in love with him since the first minute I met him and that's no joke. I saw him across the chemistry/physics building when I was going to university for chemical engineering. I even changed classes so that I could be in the chemistry class he was in and could have an excuse to talk to him. I finally managed to convince him to take me out and I was absolutely smitten. That was in 2001. We had a few partners each before that, and I have been through the infidelity circus before. It was heartbreaking and I knew I couldn't do that ever again. In the very beginning I told him this; we spoke at length for weeks about it before getting serious. He agreed to never hurt me like that. I knew I never wanted to be with anyone besides him ever again.
We were together for a long time before we got married, spent almost every waking moment together. He was my everything. We finally got engaged in 2011 and we eloped in 2012. Had the massive gorgeous wedding a little later in 2013. I was over the moon. We told each other how much we loved each other all the time. We were insanely proud of each other. We walked the walk and talked about it all the time. I thought I had finally found the person that was going to be with me honestly and not ever let me down.
In May of 2024, I came home from work in the evening to find him slumped at his computer desk. He didn't have any clothes on so I thought that was strange. I tried aggressively to wake him up and couldn't. I immediately called 911 and had to perform CPR for about 10 minutes while the paramedics arrived. When they got here they called time of death. They took his wedding ring off of his finger and gave it to me. They closed the door to his office and wouldn't let me go back in. We were both 43 at the time, and he never got to turn 44. Because we were so young, they have to suspect something is off, so I had to wait for the coroner to come and get him. I never got to say goodbye, I never got to say anything final to him.
As you might imagine, my heart has been breaking for months. It's barely worth it to keep going, but I do. I'm one of those people who doesn't wake up in the morning to be mediocre. I soldier forth just because. Well, it's now 2025 and it's time to do taxes. I had to turn on his computer for the first time since his death in order to download a 1099 or whatever it is from his Robinhood account. When I turned the computer on I went to his favorites bar in the browser in order to find the link to the Robinhood site. When I was pulling down the favorites menu I saw a lot of websites on there that I didn't know he went to. One of them looked very suspicious to me, I don't remember the name of it now, but I thought "Huh, I wonder what that is?" I opened the link and it auto-logged into his profile. It was a site where you can chat with other people and post photographs.
The most recent photograph was a picture that he took and posted the day before he died, May 19, 2024. The photograph was of his erect penis with his pants pulled down. He had multiple messages from and to different people. I practically fell over right in the chair where he died I was so shocked. I read through every message I could find. They went back YEARS. The first one was in 2011, and just kept going from there. There were photos of his naked body, the body that I worshipped as my most precious person. I didn't want to know more but I had to and now I'm absolutely destroyed. Worse than destroyed. I want to grab him and slap him, ask him what the hell he was doing. But I can't. I thought I knew what hell felt like. I didn't, but I do now. I feel like I've had a hole blown in my chest with a shotgun. For the last 9 months I've been worshipping the memory of this man, the one who made promises to me that were my most prized in the universe. I feel stupid and sick and ignorant and like I don't really care to keep going. I will, but it all seems like a terrible joke now.
Above all of that I feel responsible. I feel like I am to blame for that behavior. I was always standoffish. I'm an Acts of Service and he was always a Physical Affection. We tried hard to speak each other's languages but I have to admit that since I was the sole breadwinner I was always tired or didn't really feel like participating in sex. Now all I can think is that I drove him to this. I know its not true, but that's how it feels. I'm crushed and would love to hear from others. We never had any kids so its lonely in the house with just me and the cat. If you made it all the way through, thanks for letting me vent. I hope you're having a better day than I am.