Dear Chump Lady,
I have been married for almost 17 years, together for 21 years. The first time I caught him cheating it was all online, but included phone sex, cam sex, and lost of graphic instant messaging back and forth — with a woman we both know! She and her husband were casual friends of ours before they moved out of state. The next time I caught him it was from cell phone records that showed lots of long calls to a number I didn’t know, and when I asked I got the big old “JUST WHAT ARE YOU ACCUSING ME OF? IT’S JUST A FRIEND!” Big overreaction to one question about the phone calls.
He was talking to a ho-worker, they would meet at the bar after work sometimes, exchanged pics of their naked crotches BUT he never had sex with her. The third and fourth time were a different ho-worker. Thanks to a keylogger on our home computer, I know they have done everything but actually have penetrating sex and thats only because they couldn’t find an available bed to do it in. When I caught him the third time (good Lord, now many times do I catch him and yet he still thinks he’ll get away with it??), he claimed to end the affair and we went to marriage counseling for a year.
I’m sure no one sees this coming, (no pun intended) but the affair “ended” for a whole three months then he was back chashing her. And now they are just as hot and heavy as ever. He blamed the first time on our marital problems. He blames the marital problems on his having to change to 2nd shift at work (Im on first) and my lack of sex drive. Oh, did I mention that he has had a several hour a day, everyday, online porn habbit? Which of course leaves him free of any blame or responsiblity for what he’s done. Isn’t that nice?
He is a huge ol cake eater. I think he’d be happy to live this way forever. I’m not. I’m torn up, exhausted, half batshit crazy and the only reason I know the truth is from the keylogger I put on our home computer. I’m just heart broken that the one person in the world that I have loved for over half my life and trusted with my heart has treated me with such indifference. He’ll say what he thinks I want to hear, then do whatever makes him happy. I’m getting my ducks in a row, have consulted a laywer, and now my main question is this –What do I tell our two kids, 10 and 13 years old. Should they know about the cheating, or just that we are seperating?
It hurts so damn bad, but my choices seem to be to accept having an unfaithful husband or divorce. Both choices suck.
Your choices don’t suck as bad as you think they do. Yes, divorce is painful and expensive — but it’s also the gateway to a MUCH BETTER LIFE without this asshole in it. You’ve been living the nightmare already, divorce is just the passage out of the nightmare. Your choice isn’t between one sucky life and another sucky life — (although yes it feels that way some times) — your choice is really between living the crazy, chaotic, pain-filled life or living in peace.
Start thinking of divorce that way — passage to a safe harbor, and it will be easier to think of your children. They WILL adapt, but yes it will be painful for them too at first. You are the adult though and you must set the vision, the big picture that they cannot see yet — I’m doing this because I love you. Because I cannot let you grow up in a home where dysfunction and disrespect are being modeled. Where your mother’s health and sanity are threatened daily. You send them the message always that you love them and you are going to be there for them. All kids need is one sane parent — you’re it.
As for how much of the cheating to tell them about? At their ages, they may already know or have suspected. My son was 9 when it happened to me, so he got the rated-G version. I just said, when you get married, you promise not to have any boyfriends or girlfriends that aren’t your spouse. You’re each other’s special person, that’s what being faithful is. Fucktard (I used his other name) cheated, and he lied a lot to me, and I’m going to be really sad and upset for awhile, but you’ll be okay. I’ll be okay. We’ll figure this out.
Then as much as I could I assured him that his life wouldn’t change in the day to day (although ultimately it did, we moved, but he still was at the same school). Kids don’t see the big picture so well, they worry about who will take care of them — how will this affect me? Will I lose my friends? Will my mom or dad be sad forever?
People disagree with whether or not to tell children about infidelity. My opinion is yes you should tell them in age appropriate ways, and without editorializing (“Mom cheated” not “Mom is a whore.”) I think it is important that children realize that there are deal breakers in life, monumental fuck ups that lead to consequences like divorce. And that it is okay to have deal breakers and enforce consequences, even though that is very painful to do. These are important life lessons, and if you can do your best to navigate this shit with grace, you are doing your kids a real service.
I think knowledge about what happened (not all the gory details, but the basic why) is better than letting them live with the nebulous sense that sometimes “people fall out of love.” Like it’s a scary cloud that just descends upon your life willy nilly. No, people DO things that allow themselves to fall out of love with each other (they cheat). And we don’t get to control other people (I cannot not make him cheat), we only control our reactions (I can divorce).
I don’t think the betrayed spouse has any obligation to protect the image of the cheater. Cheaters always want chumps to believe what they’ve done is No Big Deal, and why aren’t you over it yet? So it’s always so curious to me then that NO ONE MUST KNOW about this little, minimal thing they may have done, that you shouldn’t feel so upset about.
If you can afford it too, I’d get the kids some counseling at first. I think it’s a hard sell from a cheater to a child that oh, they still love their kids. After all, they broke up their home to get side dish fucks — not very loving stuff. It’s a lot for a child to wrap their mind around. Hell, it’s a lot for us to wrap our minds around.
In the end, they’ll be okay — they’ve got you. Hang in there, Angie. Better days ahead!