I truly feel that I am going through the steps of grief through all this. At first, when I found out my H was viewing/interacting with P, I was pretty mad, so mad that I actually left a mean message in the "tell us about yourself" section of his profile in just one of the sites that I found. I left this profile up on the PC took the baby to the aquarium and texted his phone that there was something very sad on the computer.
I could tell when I got home that he felt like a shit because he was crying in the front porch swing waiting for us to get home, but this did not change the lies that he continued to tell me for the next week. Again, I discovered that the content of his PA was much worse and that it cost us thousands of dollars for the past 5 years. We used to keep our bank accounts separate so I had no idea where the money was going before we got married. When we married two years later, I insisted that we get a joint account so that we can keep a better handle on our money. He turned to credit cards instead.
Well, I had more time so I started to pay the bills and never questioned why we could not pay down our credit cards. I guess I was lazy and never scrutinized the statements more thoroughly. I even thought that a particular website was maybe some different name for the boy scout store. (Our 10 year old is in scouts) I feel like such a fool.
When I found more which included live chats and viewing, my world just crashed. I can't eat, sleep, or be a good mother for my children. I even lost my wallet today. I am now in the anger part of the grief stages. I am mad that I feel inadequate. I am mad that perhaps there were other women (even if they were not tangible) in our bed. I am mad that I got robbed of any opportunity to comfortably and confidently express myself sxually so that I may feel good. I am mad that he broke a promise to me and to God. I am mad that he gets to leave and I have to handle the household, driving my older son to school, getting my toddler ready and being with him throughout the day. I am mad that although he seems very committed to therapy, it is causing an extra expense to our already tight budget. I am glad that I have an outlet.
One last thing...and I hope that I made the right decision. I told him to pack his stuff and leave. I told him that he needs to show me that he is committed to quitting before he can come back home. Right now, this means a verfiable appointment with a counselor. It is tough love. Rock bottom if you will. I miss him. We have never spent this many days away from each other. Thats all for now
































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