This is on my profile in "Your story" but here it is again.
My wife had poor mental health years before I met her. It was not either of our first marriages (my first ended with getting cheated on) and we entered knowing it would be tough, but we were devout Christians who believed God joined us together to grow together. She worked on her mental health here and there over the first few years but she is highly sensitive and reactive in ways that have been painful for us since the beginning, especially with my own anxious attachment, and in the last several months things came to a head. At the beginning of the summer she (according to her) voluntarily entered into a dissociative state from me for her emotional protection and couldn't find a way back to me.
Because of our difficult past relationships and hope in this marriage, we always struggled with enmeshment, but in July she reacted to the emotional volatility associated with our enmeshment in the polar opposite way. She could hardly stand to be in the same room as me and could barely even text necessary things. We lived in separate ends of the house (the guest room for her). She acted like a caged animal if we got near each other. I'm sure I had been insensitive to her emotional fragility at times and was often not able to make her feel heard, and it annoyed her how clingy I could be, but she reframed the entire marriage as unsafe oppression even though there is no real world reason for it. She refused to work on it anymore and said her only hope was that we could stay away from each other long enough that both of us can get healed and maybe someday meet as two whole individuals and try again.
For 6 weeks I lived in a lonely hell while she began medicating with things like 4-5 hours in the gym in the middle of the night. Then I found out that she started going to Atlanta (1.5 hours away) late on Monday nights and staying out to the wee hours to swing dance and hang out afterwards with the gang there - violating my trust because it had long been a misgiving for me with my abandonment and infidelity trauma that she would dance with other men, especially the very (for her) thrilling and physical-contact-heavy type of dance that swing dance is. She left the kids asleep in their beds under my care all these nights. I found out later that she had started making male (and a couple female) friends on Tandem, a language transfer app, and started chatting with them a lot in the night also. She was very isolated from people in our close knit church community while she was in this dissociative state and her extrovert self started craving attention.
She started wearing clothes that were a lot more revealing of her figure in this time also than she had ever felt comfortable doing for moral reasons, and started primping a lot more. I was quickly losing the woman I knew and I feared she was seeking the male gaze, or at least had "shaken off the shackles of restraint" that she had always claimed; she had expressed that her previous husband had encouraged her to dress like a "slut" (I didn't see anything that bad in the pictures she showed me) and she despised him and herself for it. Now she was back to wearing those same sorts of things, which wouldn't have bothered me if that was the way she'd been when I met her, but the contrast was striking.
Then I found out I was getting laid off from my 20 year career in a month. No sympathy or anything from her, which made that news harder for me.
After this period of six weeks or so, I knew she was about to go out of state on a trip to stay with friends (a priest and his wife) for a few weeks for space. I was hoping it would give her some peace and direction to resolve some difficulties in our marriage. Just before she left she told me in a fury that she was divorcing me. The fury and fear was because someone we knew from church scared her into thinking I was tracking her location (I wasn't, though God knows it was all I could do not to). After six weeks, I had finally for the first time the day before looked at our phone records and seen that she'd been chatting with that person who had assured me he was staying out of what was clearly a tenuous situation. She started telling him, his wife, and a few other dear friends that I was controlling and emotionally abusive. She left immediately, a day earlier than planned, and I kind of thought I wouldn't hear from her until the paperwork showed up.
After she got to our friends' house she calmed down and apologized for initiating the divorce talk that way, although she said she had been planning to do that ever since she found out I was getting laid off (ouch). I told her of my desire to reconcile and I didn't hear a response.
Turns out, a couple weeks later while she was still visiting those friends out of state, she got on Tinder and began a series of three one-night stands and fooled around with three other dates. I'm telling you, this is absolutely a change that's unfathomable by anyone who knows her; her life has been characterized by hangups about sex and modesty and things, and she usually held the most conservative line on all that stuff. She's a germophobe too, and the idea of swapping fluids with all these strangers...
At any rate, she got back into town. Almost immediately I found out that she had a Tinder account (the free trial apparently ended and charged our joint back account) but I hoped against hope for better. After a week living with that interfering church friend's family, they kicked her out because she spent the night with a Tinder date. So she and her two small kids (to whom I've been a devoted father for 3 years) ended up needing a place to stay, and in compassion I let her back in the house until she could get her feet underneath her. I'm sure I was hoping to buy some time and maybe eventually change her mind.
Two weeks later I hear voices in the guest bedroom. She had invited a Tinder "friend" to watch a TV show and he jumped out of the bathroom window. We talked all night long and the Tinder stuff came out. She later revealed (under my questioning) that she actually had sex with two men here in our house since she'd been back, one of them when I was home and asleep in my bedroom. Talk about feeling violated. The second of those was a very bad encounter and she decided to stop the one-night-stands, so the guy I caught with her was actually someone she still insists she didn't have that kind of interest in (yet). The tally as far as she admitted it was 6 full sexual encounters and 3 others (who knows what that means). She's still in contact with one of them in the other state but "he's just a friend." I think he's 10 years younger than her.
She did seem somewhat ashamed and apologized to me because she knew how it hurt me - the guy who'd already been anxious because I'd been cheated on in my first marriage!! - and said she was not rationally processing anything in that time, utterly vulnerable to her brokenness and trying to fill what she believes is a social void with (mostly) meaningless sex. Thankfully she got tested and came back clean.
So now I'm stuck with a massive case of betrayal trauma (or so says the Internet). One of the worst parts about it is that she still denies that it is infidelity because she told me she was going to divorce me, or at very least that she was in a fugue state and wasn't really in control of herself. She still hasn't filed for practical reasons. But beyond that, just the betrayal of her abandoning the marriage, unilaterally moving on to all these destructive and meaningless relationships without my knowledge is a knife in my heart.
At any rate, for now until she can afford to get somewhere else and we sell this place, we're sharing this house and trying to be friendly and light, though not really engaging much. I'm not sure how I'm able to do that other than the fact that if I'm not here I fear she'll resume her destructive nighttime escapades, catastrophic both to her and her small children. I would still reconcile with her (if she'd commit to some major therapy work) but she is just as intent as ever to end our marriage. She's broken and thinks she's trying to make improvements but I fear she's not yet at the bottom. She hasn't faced her shame yet, and couldn't handle it if she did--she's still saying she doesn't "regret" the behavior but coolly states that those encounters were mistakes and bad choices that she is glad she learned from. Full of denial.
This has all really messed with my head. It screws up my future, too. I can't look at romance or women the same; the ones I'm most attracted to, the seemingly wholesome and trustworthy ones, won't want my 47 year old self with two divorces, and even if they did, I could never be sure---I would fear they'd only be available because they've done the same things she did to me, and can't be trusted to be faithful to me no matter what, or actually ever have truly loved me.
Thanks for reading.
[This message edited by WorthLessThanCounterfeit at 3:25 AM, Wednesday, December 3rd]