I am a few days out from finding out that my husband has cheated again. Like last time, he is very apologetic, making lots of promises about making it right, but he has not followed up on any of them as far as I can see.
I am struggling with the fact that I gave this man 16 years of my life when I could have been with somebody who loved me. I'm realising how many warnings there were early in our relationship, and I feel so stupid. My family history was so full of divorce and abuse; I think the idea that I should be treated well was so foreign to me; the absence of actual abuse was enough for me to accept, and the fear that if I couldn't make a relationship work I was as bad as the rest of them really played a number on my mind. He says he gets caught up in a 'grass is greener' mentality, but I can't help feeling that this is really just a euphemism for 'I didn't love you enough to keep my eyes on you'.
He said he would abide by my decision on whether he stays or goes, which made me mad. He got to make every decision to bring us to this point, but now there are no choices left. Is it my decision?
I am really struggling with the fact that it can't get better from here. It just can't. Either he stays, practically we make our life work, but I always know how little he loves me, and I always know I can't risk loving him. Every kindness, warmth and intimacy is filled with an undercurrent of pain that I already know doesn't go away because this is not our first rodeo, and I now know it will not be our last and any opportunity to find somebody who actually does love me passes me by. Or, I ask him to leave, I have spent the majority of the last 16 years supporting his career; mine is just starting out. He would take the financial gains of our marriage with him (I have checked out the legal side in my country, and I would not get much.) My career would pretty much end here as I need the financial security of his career to make it happen. We would be plunged back into financial difficulty, and I would have to take jobs that took me away from my career aims to make ends meet. He swears he would not let that happen but I know what he is like with money and how much he was skimming off the top of the family budgets to spend on his secret sex life, so why on earth would I trust him to honour a promise to continue to support us financially when I know he will then have his own bills to pay and no accountability at all. What's more, I would bear the majority of responsibility for the children as I already do, while also having to agree to contact arrangements with him. Frankly, he cannot and never has been able to cope with the kids, and the prospect of having him care for them without my supervision for 2/3 days a week and then spending the remaining 4/5 days a week helping them recover from that is so exhausting.
I cannot see any way that anything gets better from here.