Hello all, so 2 months ago, my life turned into living hell.
I am 37 he is 44 and he loves me, but not in love with me, you know the story right?
We are married for 6 years now and 7 together, i am his first wife. Yeah, he got married very late, he is very shy, full of self hatred and not much interested to go somewhere too far from his computer.
I am active, positive person, that just enjoys the sunshine and life...
But it worked, for 7 years i'v been happy with him, we went through a lot together, i moved to another country for him, learned completely foreign language , we survived the deaths of both his and my parents, changed 3 or 4 different apartments, finally bought a house of our dreams and a 1.5 year later everything fell appart...
I noticed chages in him in the start of this autumn, he became more distant, he never was very communicative, but this was different, then everything started to irritate him, we had a fight or 2, and then i asked what's up?
So when he fell in love with me, i was overweighted, all of our marriage i was overweighted and ofc i need to loose weight. And put stuff in the right place, and close toilet door after i used toilet.
But no, he doesn't think that divorce is a good idea.
Here i need to mention that i have anxiety disorder, i was in a good shape on the minimal dose of antidepressants... this conversation sent me through the roof, but i put a dose a little higher, convince myself it's all good, i will try better and started to exercise and diet and be my best...
Until 3 weeks later, when he came drunk at 3am and told me, that it's my insecurity that made me call every hour and worry where he was...
I just got better i thought to myself. And we had The conversation, so
loves me, but not in love, we are different ppl, are we really happy? He is not. He never had a real passion in his life and he wants The real passion.
Since that moment i am on the highest dose of antidepressants + xanax. One day i had very dark time when i proposed to separate for 5 months and he gladly agreed...
For me separate means to move to a different country where my only friend lives, with foreign language and all that... we can't afford to just rent an appartement here and i have no one but my Husband here.
And then i found emotion affair, photos (not naked) of her among his porn collection. Folder was called The Woman...hah. It's his colleague and boss for 5 years now, but now i guess she is The Woman. With whome he discusses our marriage (told me himself) She is married herself with a kid, but who does it stop? So he secretly visited her, invited her to our home when i was away (but i think she refused), shares all our problems with her and gifts her child nice Christmas present... i don't think it's anything physical for now, he is to shy, to tell her.
So he is now always at work, runs as soon as she needs help, his mood obviously depends on how they spent the day.
During holidays he was really nice to me, we had a good time together, like old times, even agreed to postpone the separation ( it supposed to happened this weekend). He started sleeping well, stopped drinking...
But back to work and all this good work is going to hell before my eyes, he is distant and unhappy again, he is bored with me, he started having trouble falling asleep right away.
My anxiety and depression are up and running around and all is flying to hell.
I didn't tell him i know about her. I try to be supportive and we stopped discussing our marriage problems cause it's only hurts. He still answers that he doesn't want a divorce at the same time he stopped wearing his ring.
I don't know how much longer i can take it, i was strong, but with my disease it's not possible to live years in this environment... should i go? Leave him be and save myself? Or should i stay and try to save our marriage and him from going to the bottom, where he is heading right now ? ( he stopped paying bills, taking care of anything etc.)
Please help... somebody please help.
And ofc as he is super shy he refuses to go counseling or therapy.