Infidelity is truly the gift that keeps on giving. The scars never totally heal, and the gut reactions and threat vector awareness never go away.
13 years after my glorious D from my ex, and having spent most of that with a wonderful, kind, emotially healthy, caring and supportive woman who is herself a serial-cheating survivor (BS), I'm a little bit crushed of what I'm seeing. In short, there had been a few "microtriggers" for me over the past couple of years regarding one of her work colleagues - a younger, attractive, very popular sales rep on her team who lives in a different city, but with whom she interacts with weekly in remote meetings and occasionally in-person events. It first registered with me when we were on vacation for a week and I noticed texts from him popping up in the middle of week (texts, not Teams messages in a work application...and dude, she's on vacation). And she answered him at least a couple of times. I didn't say anything; it passed, I forgot about it.
Later one of his kids (he's divorced) was playing in a sports tournament an hour away and she basically dropped what she was doing to attend in the cold and rain...not something I've seen her do for other people on her team. That, and a few other comments she's made about him that just stuck in my mind. But here's the thing: as a long-suffering BS before we met, she is smart, aware, and sensitive to all the things we all talk about here. She's always been so deliberately transparent with me, usually making sure I wasn't uncomfortable with any interactions with another man that might be construed as inappropriate (there were very few). She's always been better than beyond reproach, and I love her for it, and always try to mirror the same.
Today my theory is that maybe none of that means shit when the right dreamy guy comes along. Perhaps people can convince themselves they're entitled to anything. Based on some very careful and neurotic analysis of the details below, I don't believe she has cheated. I've been around here long enough to know that can't be ruled out, but the key indicators of that are still missing.
Anyway...last week I came across her old phone in a drawer, and suddenly I was catapulted back to that cold and dark place so many of us have lived in, and before I even thought much about it, I'd plugged in it and logged in with her password with the very specific intent of finding a text message thread with this guy. I was not disappointed; the messages stopped about six months ago when she replaced the phone, but there was enough.
Bottom line: nothing explicit, no smoking guns, but hundreds of texts in the thread, almost daily. The majority were purely work related, but there were many times where things got uncomfortably and unprofessionally familiar, and I was reading texts from someone I positively didn't recognize -- not the sweet, affirming, positive woman who uplifts others, rarely curses, and is never overfamiliar with men...no, with this guy, back and forth, it was f-bombs every other sentence, disparaging and joking about the appearance and intelligence of other colleagues and clients, and bitching about periodically being out of patience all people in her life (and teasing him that as her work BFF< he had to listen to it). And there was more: comments about how female clients must all swoon over him, how the team shirts they ordered were too small for everyone but he needs to wear his to "give the girls what they want", and persistent sexual innuendo introduced almost exclusively by her. Worse: telling him that the "fat assed uglies" in a client office "put him in the spank bank (laughing emojis)". Never heard her use such a term, but here she is telling a work colleague that women think about him when they masturbate. Gee, what a terribly subtle signal to send to a guy who is clearly used to attention from women.
Crude banter: her giving "fuck you (smiley face)" responses to his teasing. She doesn't talk like this to anyone.. Calling each other "work bestie" "BFF", and each other's "ride or die" in work matters. We aren't terribly active on social media, but are each prominent in each other's content on Facebook. I've noticed her Instagram account, however, has been kind of sanitized of my presence. She almost never posts pictures of herself alone, but a few have popped up. He follows her account and likes her posts.
So...here we are. The gut feeling was right, and she absolutely has a crush on, and probably an infatuation with, a colleague 15 years younger. Boundaries for shit, overtly signaling her attraction, and more subtly her interest and availability/apparent lack of serious involvement with any SO. Just before the phone was replaced and the texts stop, they were getting ready to attend a national sales meeting...she mentioned meeting up for a drink their first night, and getting tickets to local music or event. I presumed this would mean with other people on the team...but seeing this person I know act like a cougar in heat, maybe I'm wrong.
Don't know what to do with all this. I honestly don't feel I can admit to snooping on an old phone without fallout. Normally, I'd be confident she would ultimately understand that I acted on the same suspicions we've both buried deep in our pasts. But in the Groundhog Day I feel I'm living as a former BS, I know that all bets are off, and someone caught and called out in the midst of an embarrassing infatuation is more likely to rug sweep, resent, and not stop what they're doing.
Well, if you read all that, thanks. This sucks. I don't want to be back.
[This message edited by jagged at 4:53 PM, Tuesday, August 26th]