Where do I even put this, I don’t know. My husband has always used attention from strangers like a place to disappear when he feels ashamed, and for years I thought it was mostly flirting online. When we moved in together after his father got sick, the stress got worse and I started finding hidden accounts, late-night calls, and messages he swore were “nothing.” We tried counseling, changed passwords, made rules, and for a while I really believed we were rebuilding. Then, a few months ago, a receipt showed up for a hotel near his office. He admitted he had been meeting someone from work, but said it was only emotional and only for a short time. Later I found a private folder that showed it had gone on for months, with another person involved too. I am gutted. I know he is broken in ways he does not know how to face, and I know this has always been about needing to feel wanted when he feels empty. But I feel hollow, like years of my life were quietly taken while I kept trying to understand him. I want to scream at him, and I want answers from people who knew about me and still played along. I don’t know what the truth is anymore, and loving him this much while feeling this alone is terrifying.
How do I cope with this level of betrayal, uncertainty, and loneliness when I still love my husband and want the marriage, but I’m devastated and scared?