I went to my parent’s house and cried, puked, and cried some more.How could something so perfect be so horribly f*cked up?
I knew from day one about his struggle with alcohol and drugs but he had just gotten his 4 year sobriety chip and attended weekly AA meetings with his sponsor. He would leave flowers on my doorstep, pick me up from work (even though I lived only a few blocks away), take me out all the time. Our first year of marriage brought a lot of ups and downs; J lost his job, we lost our dog, we moved cities after I was accepted into medical school, J got a new job (that he loved), we adopted a new dog, and things were starting to really come together by those last couple months.
Then 2 weeks ago, I came into the bedroom after a long evening of studying.
I asked J to be out (he is currently living at a hotel) and now I am managing a 3BR, 2 ba house by myself and I am also taking care of our pets. I asked J to tell me the truth and I asked how many, how long. He was constantly getting other girl’s phone numbers and adding them on Facebook.
He said 2 1/2 years (so before we started dating) and over 30. I thought nothing of it — I really trusted him with all my heart. At first, it was amazing, but it dropped off very fast.
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I had taken screen shots of the emails, and stored them where he couldn’t delete them. He still denied it; someone must have broken into his account, it was SPAM, I heard every excuse in the book. At one point I stole his phone when he wasn’t looking and looked through his applications. At last 10 calls/texts just from December all to local “escorts.” I woke him up again and just said, “it’s over.” I then asked him if there was anything he wanted to say and all he could mutter was, “I have a problem…” I took a shower, drove to school (it was to be my first day back at med school after winter break) and I went to see a school counselor.