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How do you do it? Two weeks ago, I found out my soulmate, my best friend, my wife of 3 years has been having an affair with a co-worker of hers. It's been off and on for about 6 months. She was FANTASTIC at hiding it. To make a long story short, we dated for about two years before getting married. A year into our dating, she met another guy at school and broke up with me. I was devastated, but respected the fact that she had the decency to break up with me rather than string me along while cheating on me behind my back. That only lasted for about a month, before she broke up with him and we got back together. I loved her and wanted to make it work and believed she did too. She said she was just confused and scared. From that point until about six weeks ago, things were going absolutely amazing (at least in my eyes).
However, since then, I've always been a bit cautious. I violated her privacy (although I feel justified, as wrong as it might be) but constantly reading her e-mails, Facebook messages, etc. I'd read her text messages on her phone when she was out of the room and there was nothing suspicious.
Anyway, my spidey senses began to tingle as she has been staying later and later at work the last couple of months. Early in our relationship, I'd go to pick her up for dinner when she was actually legitimately staying late for work and by 6 p.m., just about everyone at the office was gone. Two weeks ago, she's "working late" for the third straight night. It's 9 p.m. I'm sitting watching TV and I automatically get that feeling. Maybe it's "mothers intuition" (although I'm a single guy with no kids), but that feeling where you just KNOW something is wrong.
I get in the car and SPEED to her office. I'm there in 15 minutes. As I sit in the empty parking lot, I text and ask how it's going. Minutes later she replies: "Still at work, getting some last minute stuff done, be out soon..love you". That's when my world came crashing down. I didn't even need to see a text or a picture or any evidence. I knew something was going on.
Later that night, she gets home and I'm in a fit of rage. Seeing red. I grab her purse from her and tear it open, throwing everything on the floor. I immediately see a cheapo pay-as-you-go phone that I've NEVER seen before. I reach for it and she immediately lunges to get it from me. I know what I'm going to find on it, but I don't care. I rush into the bathroom, lock the door and begin reading. I got exactly what I expected. Sexting, pictures, the whole nine yards. I read things about her affair, things they did together, things they did together in MY HOME, that make me literally sick to my stomach. Just sitting here typing it I want to vomit. I can't even believe this is real. After I calm down, she spills her guts. Co-worker, he came onto her, she tried to fight it off but eventually gave in. She doesn't want to get a divorce, still loves me, wants to find a way to work it out. Two days later, she's singing a different tune. After dinner, she tells me she's not happy. Not being fulfilled emotionally or physically. LOVES ME, BUT NOT IN LOVE. The whole nine yards. Two days after that? She's gone. Living with her sister, probably spreading her disgusting legs for this other guy every night as far as I know.
Where do I go? What do I do? She was my other half. I have nothing now. My parents are gone. My sister is in France and we're not particularly close. I don't have many close friends. I have an average-paying job with a mortgage I can't afford on my own. The person I told everything to, shared everything with, spent every night and every morning with, is now gone. I'm not saying I'm sitting here with a gun to my head or anything, so don't get TOO concerned, but I am really, very seriously at a point where I'm wondering what is the point of going on? What do I have to live for? I don't think I want to live in a world anymore where your supposed soulmate can rip your soul out like this.
However, since then, I've always been a bit cautious. I violated her privacy (although I feel justified, as wrong as it might be) but constantly reading her e-mails, Facebook messages, etc. I'd read her text messages on her phone when she was out of the room and there was nothing suspicious.
Anyway, my spidey senses began to tingle as she has been staying later and later at work the last couple of months. Early in our relationship, I'd go to pick her up for dinner when she was actually legitimately staying late for work and by 6 p.m., just about everyone at the office was gone. Two weeks ago, she's "working late" for the third straight night. It's 9 p.m. I'm sitting watching TV and I automatically get that feeling. Maybe it's "mothers intuition" (although I'm a single guy with no kids), but that feeling where you just KNOW something is wrong.
I get in the car and SPEED to her office. I'm there in 15 minutes. As I sit in the empty parking lot, I text and ask how it's going. Minutes later she replies: "Still at work, getting some last minute stuff done, be out soon..love you". That's when my world came crashing down. I didn't even need to see a text or a picture or any evidence. I knew something was going on.
Later that night, she gets home and I'm in a fit of rage. Seeing red. I grab her purse from her and tear it open, throwing everything on the floor. I immediately see a cheapo pay-as-you-go phone that I've NEVER seen before. I reach for it and she immediately lunges to get it from me. I know what I'm going to find on it, but I don't care. I rush into the bathroom, lock the door and begin reading. I got exactly what I expected. Sexting, pictures, the whole nine yards. I read things about her affair, things they did together, things they did together in MY HOME, that make me literally sick to my stomach. Just sitting here typing it I want to vomit. I can't even believe this is real. After I calm down, she spills her guts. Co-worker, he came onto her, she tried to fight it off but eventually gave in. She doesn't want to get a divorce, still loves me, wants to find a way to work it out. Two days later, she's singing a different tune. After dinner, she tells me she's not happy. Not being fulfilled emotionally or physically. LOVES ME, BUT NOT IN LOVE. The whole nine yards. Two days after that? She's gone. Living with her sister, probably spreading her disgusting legs for this other guy every night as far as I know.
Where do I go? What do I do? She was my other half. I have nothing now. My parents are gone. My sister is in France and we're not particularly close. I don't have many close friends. I have an average-paying job with a mortgage I can't afford on my own. The person I told everything to, shared everything with, spent every night and every morning with, is now gone. I'm not saying I'm sitting here with a gun to my head or anything, so don't get TOO concerned, but I am really, very seriously at a point where I'm wondering what is the point of going on? What do I have to live for? I don't think I want to live in a world anymore where your supposed soulmate can rip your soul out like this.