My husband also lied about his affairs for decades.
Briefly: He slept with a woman (call her Lana) in 1977, I confronted, he denied. He also slept with a woman in 1978 (call her Sara) and I didn’t know about it. At that point I caught him with yet another woman (Hannah) and asked at that time about Lana and/or anyone else. He denied Lana, gaslighted me, and never mentioned Sara.
Fast forward to 2005. I caught him with "Shauna". In recovery, asked about every other woman I knew in my entire life with him, he denied - specifically denied Lana, and never mentioned Sara. I also asked about friends we had, one named "Rhonda", and he denied.
Turns out he was having sex with Rhonda at the same time as Shauna. Denied everything.
Now I find out about "Ana" in 2023, he denies everything again, fails to mention the affairs with Sara and Rhonda, denies Lana…
I find information on Sara, he minimizes but admits. Still denies Lana, doesn’t mention Rhonda.
A year later, the last DDay - I was leaving him - and he suddenly decides I am worthy of the truth. He confessed what I had already decided was true about Lana, then disclosed Rhonda.
My world crashed again. All of this pain could have been avoided had the truth come out years ago.
How does one "accept" all of this? I think that there’s a difference between "accepting" and "healing".
I think I have "accepted" the fact that he lied, he deceived, he obfuscated, he avoided, and he chose what truth I was allowed to have about m own life. I "accepting" that because it’s the truth, it is what has happened.
I cannot fight the sun rose today as a fact and I must accept it because it happened.
In your case, she continues to lie. That’s the thing you’re facing, and it has crushed you because you realize she chooses to save her own self-image above all else. And in your mind, you know you would not make that choice for yourself - you would sacrifice your ego to be honest with her, even if it meant living with shame.
That’s one thing I am struggling with. My husband was afraid to disclose in part due to shame, and in part due to fear I would leave him. Both are selfish.
His affairs were selfish.
So I am faced with accepting the affairs, accepting that he lied, and accepting that he is selfish.
And also accepting that I am making a conscious choice to stay with someone who doesn’t deserve my trust, and who would probably make a selfish decision in any situation we face.
The healing begins when the last lie is told, they say. In our cases, how will we know when that happens?
Answer: it will not ever happen.
Going forward from here, I am working on accepting this (I see it akin to losing a major battle), then working on healing my heart.