My husband, soon-to-be ex, is a serial cheater. I found out in our eighth year of marriage that he had had more than one affair. He was forced to reveal that he had cheated because his latest liaison had resulted in the woman becoming pregnant. At least that is what we both were led to believe. At the time, he was traveling a lot because his consulting position demanded that he be onsite at the client’s location. I knew he had been acting strange, but I thought it was just due to fatigue from being on the road so much.
At first, after hearing the news of his betrayal, I could not believe that it was happening to me. It was such a horrible emotional trip. I did the usual, cried and cried until there were no tears left. He begged for forgiveness and pleaded for me not to leave him. You know the routine. I agreed to stay if he would agree to marriage counseling. I was not ready to let go and believed that we could save the marriage. To make a long story short, we spent a lot of money on this supposedly pregnant woman who never once saw a doctor during the entire pregnancy. She lived in a different state so there was only phone contact. In the end, she supposedly gave birth but refused to tell us where and how the child was doing. When she asked for more money, I said, no baby, no payday. After seven long months of this crap, I could not believe her nerve. She eventually disappeared. But she knew something that I did not know at the time. That I was the fool.
Over the last four years, we have spent time in and out of counseling with several different counselors. Well, you guessed it. I began to notice that we were no longer having sex regularly. Each time I tried to initiate any type of romantic encounter, he would bring up some sort of excuse. He is not the type of person to ever turn down sex in any situation. I began to suspect that something had to be wrong. A week ago, I confronted him and he admitted once again that he had cheated several weeks ago. He said it was because he had gotten some bad news at work that was upsetting. I then remembered the night that he had gone out with some friends (so he said) and did not come home until 7 a.m. the next morning. When he arrived home, he told me that he had fallen asleep on the train and did not wake up until several hours later. I thought it a bit strange, but did not say anything at the time.
