I just gotta get this out. THis is what has happened.
He sent me an email tuesday night, at about midnight, in which he told me that he doesn't want the marriage. He's done, he doesnt' want it. He had gone away for a day to a city about an hour away the day before, and met up with a "friend" for coffee. Of course in the email he tells me that she's just his BEST FRIEND, he has decided that she's his SOUL MATE, she's JUST LIKE HIM, she just LOOKS INTO HIS EYES and knows him, and that he kissed her and she kissed back, and she sat and held him while he poured out his soul. PUKE!
But to be perfectly honest, I saw it coming, for months. He's been stringing me along with "well, if we can each change the broken parts of us, maybe we can salvage something, and start to find the love again." That's crap. He's known for months that he's been done, and he's been messing with my head all this time.
Today I got back at him, and broke into the password on his laptop. It was TOO easy if you know how. Didn't take 10 minutes once I found out how. So ANYWAY, I go trollign through it for chatlogs, emails, pictures, anything to nail him to a wall. And I found it. OH YES, I found it. I found all his porn. I found his chatlogs, specifically the one with the woman he's been cybering with for over a year. The one he professes to be "in love" with, and gives her kisses, all his tender words, all his leery little looks. At one point it sounded like she was mad at him for something, and he was BEGGING HER to forgive him. Creep. Never once did he BEG me to forgive him for some insensitive thing he ever did to me. I don't think this is the same woman he went to see over the weekend, parts of that chat had to do with telling her where he lived, and comparing that with where she is. So he's been having at very least an emotional affair with TWO women documented, and I can probably name at least 3 more from his chat contact lists.
A family friend is a locksmith, and at first I asked him to come and re-key the house. He asked how many keys I needed, and I said 3, then he asked if hubby was getting one, and I lied and said of course. This friend wouldn't look too favourably on me locking my hubby out of the house. But if the guy happens to show up before hubby gets home from work, which should be any time in the next hour or two if he's not completely spineless, hey, how is that my fault?
What should I do next? I dont want to lift so much as a finger to help him, he can find his own new place, a lawyer if that's what he feels he needs, new bank, whatever. At one point he figured that if it ended (when...) that he would ask ME to leave, and he and the kids would stay here in the house. BWAHAHAHAHAHA. yeah, right. HIS choice to split the family, he does NOT get to try to be the hero now. No possible way. We will inevitably have to sell this house, and the kids and I will have to find something smaller, so he can afford to provide for both. Oh yes, he's paying for both households. That's not even negotiable.
Much MUCH more ranting to follow. Just had to get that out of my system.
That was a message I posted to a friend right when I first opened the email.
Later that same night he and I went for a drive, and had a LONG hard talk.
*sigh*
In this email (which in the conversation he admitted was NOT the best choice of modes of communication), he asked for 24 hours until I responded. Right when dinner ended I took him aside and said, "You and I are going for a drive tonight. You poked the bear. You're not getting 24 hours." So we went. And I told him he's not taking his cell phone, I was not going to sit there and listen to his text message alarm go off when his little thing on the side texted him all night long. To his eternal credit, he didn't get defensive about "there's no "thing on the side".", and he left the phone at home.
First off I addressed the cowardice of writing an email to address it. He agreed, it was cheap. Second, the fact that he glowed on and on about "her". That was the supreme insult. At least at that point. It got worse, but then it actually got better.
The worse is that he tells me that he BCC'ed that email to both a friend who has tried to be his counselor, whom I have SPECIFICALLY asked him not to get involved, AND THE LITTLE THING ON THE SIDE!! I nearly lost it.
So after about 2 hours talking, we negotiate an agreement of sorts. He's staying in the house for a few reasons. 1) because of my new job and the training period, 2) because of my ongoing counseling and 3) because financially, neither of us can maintain two households. But the intention is to eventually make the complete break, probably in the New Year or so. We need to stop poking each others' wounds. After venting my frustrations, yelling, crying, and basically sucker punching him, I calmed down and we agreed that this really is going to be the best. We can't even listen to each other, because we filter so much of what we hear through our hurting and suspicion.
So at this hour I'm calmer, more settled, still hurt like crazy, but more confident that things are gonna be okay. They really are.
So now I essentially have 3 months... well, to be precise, GOD has 3 months to turn this guy's heart around. This is where it's going to get REAL hard.