I never thought I'd be writing the story I'm about to tell. My husband and I have been together for 10 years, married for 5. We had, what I thought, was a good relationship. Neither of us are perfect, but I never thought we would part ways. We've been through a lot together- he was away to Iraq with the military several years ago. He decided to go to medical school and we moved away from family together to do that and I supported him. His schedule was difficult and there was stress, but we survived it. The last 3 years there was a lot of stress in his residency- grueling hours on his end, financial stress, trying to have a baby, some health issues on my end, but we survived it, as least I thought. In all of this our sex life was healthy and we made an attempt to try to spend time together when we were able to. This past year became really tough. It was his last year of residency and the responsibility and hours became insane and he became distant, cold, removed and angry. I couldn't get him to tell me what was wrong and with working more than 100+ hours a week, I thought he was just plain exhausted and burnt out. I looked forward to the end of the spring when his residency would finally finish and he could rest and "heal". It turns out I discovered he was having an affair for months and months with a nurse at the hospital. At first he told me he was no longer in love with me and then he begged me to make it work and said he did love me. I love him more than anything and despite always saying I would never stay for someone that cheated on me, I agreed to make it work. He insisted this girl was nothing serious and he was just stressed and sought something light. After a week of staying and going to counseling, he left the house saying he wasn't happy and needed to figure himself out. I tried to move forward, heartbroken and confused- he was telling me how beautiful and amazing I was and that he loved me, but needed to leave, I went to therapy on my own and then 3 weeks later, he started calling, texting, telling me how much he loved me and missed me and needed me in his life, couldn't imagine life without me and would do anything to make it work. I was hesitant, but again so wanted my marriage to not fail and love him and we had been through so much, I thought if he just made it through this last month of residency, then we would be okay. For weeks we worked on things again. He told me how happy he was to be working this out with me, we began talking of starting a family again, he agreed to counseling, assured me that this girl was nothing serious and he was finished everything with her- no communication between them at all, he would constantly tell me how beautiful and sexy I was, made future plans of vacation and home renovations. I was convinced that this would actually work out and we could survive. Then one night I came home to a note on the bed that said he was sorry, he couldn't do this. I was shocked. I couldn't understand. His parents (I'm very close with them) called the next day to say hello and I told them what I had found. We discussed that he may have a problem- depression/bi polar disorder, something because we just couldn't understand what was going on??? Days went by and I tried once again to keep living, although completely broken up inside. He started texted, calling again- telling me how sorry he was, he feels so guilty about what he did to me and our marriage that he just couldn't handle it, but he wants to be married and he loves me so much. I told him I couldn't do this and I needed to find peace, that I didn't trust him and couldn't spend my life wondering if he was going to walk away. This was so uncharacteristic of this man, this successful and loving man, I couldn't make sense of it. I agreed to meet him for dinner on several occasions over a couple of weeks time. He again, was loving, caring, telling me how I was one of a kind and special and beautiful...same stuff over again. I decided to go away for a couple of weeks and we agreed to be faithful and to work on our marriage upon my return. We communicated while I was away, at times he would become distant/cold, but then would be excited for my return. When I came home he greeted me with love, told me how much he loved me, missed me. Things seemed really good, our sex life was really good again and our relationship seemed possible...again. Weeks later, the same thing occurred. Coldness, anger, distance from him- talking as if he was not happy being married. I told him I couldn't do this and he said he didn't want to do this. I ended up coming upon his text messages and found out that he was continuing this affair the ENTIRE TIME. He never ended things with her. He told her he needed to work on his marriage because I was a good person, but then never stopped being sexual (pictures, nasty stuff- you name it) via text. He told her he would never love me like he loves her, but needed to stay married. The conversations were disturbing, sickening. Literally, I threw up six times while reading them. She is not very pretty, but I guess very raunchy and sexual. Also, she is a single mother of an 8 year old. She filled his head with all kinds of things, telling him that our marriage would never work and he would never be happy. Needless to say, the marriage is over. We are now separated and heading to divorce. He isn't even remorseful. He is acting so angry towards me. It is the most devastating thing to find out you've been lied to by the person you trusted and invested in the most. I gave everything to him. I supported him through everything, financially and emotionally. The mortgages are in my name, credit cards, everything- even from before we were married. Now he is finished with residency and is officially an attending physician and this TRAMP (believe me if you saw the messages, you would agree) gets to reap the benefits and I don't mean just the financial end, but the destressed man, the one with much less hours and the one who is making a good paycheck. I don't have any children and I'm 33. I can't see how I'll ever meet someone and trust them? How I'll fall in love again and stop loving him? I don't see how I'll ever have a family now, at this point? It's just so incredibly sad. I can't eat. I can't sleep. I can't believe what's happened. Everything I believed in is gone. Everything I thought was real, wasn't.
How do I get through this?
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