New here. Very sad about my situation.
I have been married for 8 years and have four children (including one set of twins). I met my husband in 1999, after thinking for a long time that I'd never meet someone that I wanted to marry.
At first, things were wonderful. We'd go out, have a great time. Then he started acting oddly - telling me he was going to run out for groceries or to Dunkin Donuts but not come back for ages. If he saw me talking to another guy, he would get into a snit and leave. Finally, one night, he pulled a tantrum when we were out with friends and left the bar. I didn't follow him. He came back in and asked me to come outside. That's when he told me he was married with two kids, one more on the way. Oh, and did I forget to mention that we were engaged by this point?
I was in shock. All that went through my mind at that moment was "how can I explain this to my parents?" He begged me to stay, said he and his wife had been emotionally separated for ages, the conception of the newest baby was an attempt to reconcile, etc etc. I stupidly believed him and stayed. It was horrific on me, mentally. On the one hand, I had horrible guilt about being the 'other woman'. On the other hand, I was petrified of being on my own and having to explain things to everyone. It took forever for his divorce to be granted and we married in 2001 and had our first child in 2002.
Fast forward to now. We've been through a lot. Fight after argument about money. His inability to think about anyone but himself. His spending time on the laptop instead of playing with the kids. Our bankruptcy (he ran up an $18k credit card, and persuaded me that we needed a home equity loan and line of credit). His dishonesty about a woman he met, claiming that he told her he was married (I saw the emails - nothing in there indicated anything about him being married) and his subsequent dishonesty about not telling me she was at this week-long conference he attended. The porn websites. The lies.
There's a lot more. I'm in therapy now and my therapist and I have just started talking about my marriage. But I know that I do not want to live out the rest of my life like this. I don't have any passion for him nor do I have any interest in sex. I don't want him touching me and when he snuggles up to me in bed, I want to scream. I don't miss him when he's gone and I feel like we started this relationship on a dishonest note and the cracked egg has never been fixed. And I'm not sure I want to fix it.
I ache at the thought of hurting him, but I don’t want this to be my eternity.
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