(A story of hope): It’s been exactly one year since I found my ex-spouse of ten years had a long term affair (two years) with someone he met online.
My story is a bit different in that I didn’t find out about my ex-spouse’s affair until after our divorce was finalized (which was very fast/amicable as we were still on friendly terms). The divorce was crushing, but I felt some kind of pride at the time that it wasn’t a nasty dogfight in the courtroom, but looking back I should have advocated for myself more. I found out because a life insurance letter came in the mail for a beneficiary change: he had his AP as “other” for their relationship and still listed me as his “spouse”. That gave me the information I needed to look her up online.
She was generous (and stupid): she had a public profile and gave the entire timeline of their relationship, including the secret trips they went on (while he was “visiting his sick/dying grandmother” or “helping his dad on the farm”). When I reached out to her with the intention of giving her the benefit of the doubt, she candidly stated that she knew exactly who I was, but didn’t consider us “actually married” because he told her we were not physically intimate (a lie). I was far too accommodating to my own detriment even though something felt “off”. He proposed to her one month after our divorce finalized and he did it in a place that was “ours”. No one in his family knew who she was nor did any of our friends.
Unfortunately around the same time of me discovering his infidelity, my uncle died after being in treatment the previous year for attempting to take his own life, plus my own sister died two years prior from an OD, so it was just too much for me to handle. I ended up going to an intensive therapy program that was 3hrs/day for 8 weeks, and that was the best thing I think I have ever done for myself. It allowed me the space to process things and feel incredibly strong emotions of anger, resentment, grief, etc.
Now, one year later, I’m doing well. I don’t think about him too much and when I do, there isn’t anger there anymore, but rather more pity. The last few years of our marriage he started to have horrendous anxiety with nausea - now I know it was the guilt eating him alive. I haven’t spoken to him since I found out and he just kept profusely apologizing, telling me how I didn’t deserve this, etc.
I just wanted to post to say it does get better, but it takes time and intention to process things in a healthy way. If I didn’t take the time to feel the emotions I don’t believe I would be doing as well as I am now. I have not been able to “hate” him as when I see a picture of him, I just see the face of someone I loved for many years (though I’m cognizant that same person did this to me). I am incredibly disappointed in him and he will never have access to me again, but I can’t bring myself to hate him. Genuinely hope he is able to get the help he needs because living a life full of secrecy is no way to live, but I know I deserve better now.