My husband of 16 years has always been in a band. We’ve always had the mutual understanding that since both of our fathers cheated on our mothers, we would never do that to each other or our kids.
The last couple months he had become distant. I chalked It up to male ego, since he was demoted from his job and was miserable. We grew more and more distant, to the point where he was no longer kissing me goodnight and spending most of his time in his room where he normally practiced his shitty music.
Father’s Day he decided to stain the deck. I had the gallon out because I was showing my 15 year old twins how they were going to do it. He figured since the stain was out that that was my way of telling him he needed to get it done. On Father’s Day. When I told him we should do something fun, he flew off the handle. “I can’t do anything right! You’ve been a miserable b**** and I can’t take it anymore. I’m leaving.” And he left. Before lunch on Father’s Day. Because I told him not to stain the deck.
Before he left the house, I asked if there was someone else. He looked me in the eye and said “No!” Like how I dare ask such a question.
Two days later on Tuesday, he came to the house because I told him we needed to talk. By that time, he had a lawyer and an apartment lined up. He obviously had been planning this for some time. I asked that he give us six months to work on our relationship, we can’t just give up 16 years of marriage without trying. He acted like he was considering the request. Then said “When we had troubles in December, I didn’t feel like I could confide in you so I confided in someone else.”. Fucker.
He’d been sleeping with her for months and coming home to his wife and kids. She knew he was married – she had blocked me on Facebook. 16 years.