Does the suffering ever end?
I write this while I sit in the living room of a brand new house that I bought with my husband a few weeks ago. Second day into the new house I find Grindr on his phone. The pictures I find on there are shocking- not only has he been sexting men, he’s also been seeking out trans women. After a lot of digging I find out that he’s been sexting throughout our 2 year marriage. Says he is “bi-curious” and was only on grindr because it’s easier to sext with men and get things out of them.
Only been a few weeks since discovery. The wound is raw and it hurts in places I didn’t know existed inside of me. Partner says he’s never acted out in person, but he only says that because I don’t have proof that he’s met anyone, once I do, the trickle truth will begin. I’ve had a raw and honest conversation with him, but it seems like every time he opens his mouth, he can only manage to tell a lie. He’s a compulsive liar.
At the same time, I see pain, guilt, shame in his eyes. I see a broken man who will only break further if I leave him. He’s started therapy since but why did it only start after I have threatened to leave him?
And what about ME? How can I be a part of solution for a problem that I didn’t know existed? How do I give my life to a man I know is capable of hurting and destroying me?
I sometimes hope that I’m living in a bad dream, I’ll wake up one day and it’ll all be gone. But it doesn’t go away, every morning I wake up and I have to remind myself of the betrayal and the suffering starts again. Every. Single. Day.