What now? - would like replies from MSA survivors & WIVES
What's sad is that I want help...but I'm just so numb now, that I almost don't know where to begin.
Just to give you a little background, my husband and I have been together for 11 years and married for 5. We have one pre-teen son, who is not biologically my husband's, but he's raised him since just after he was born.
I guess our story started back in 1997. Back then, we used AOL and had a program that logged all of your IM conversations. One night, while looking for something that someone had told me, I stumbled upon a conversation of his where he told someone that he and another man had exchanged mutual hand jobs. I confronted him about it and he said he was curious, but that it was awful and he swore he would never do it again. Our relationship basically disintigrated and was non-existant for about 2-3 years, my life totally spun out of control (became anorexic, had multiple affairs, etc.)(Side note: my father also died of brain CA right after this happened). I only stayed because he was a paycheck to me (I'm not proud of that). However, somehow we put things back together and in the last 6.5 years, have had what I thought was the perfect marriage.
Sounds kind of funny saying that...but seriously, we literally never fight (only the very occasional bickering), we were so close that we could either finish each other's sentences or not say anything at all, because we knew what each other was already thinking. We were best friends. He has meant everything to me...and even more ironic, he was the one who taught me how to trust and give myself to someone completely.
Then, this past Saturday, my world shattered. I was in the bathroom, doing my thing, when I noticed his cell phone laying on the sink next to me. I honestly have no idea why I did it, but I picked it up and started going through it (I NEVER expected to find a thing). I found a text message to a number that I didn't recognize and initially ignored it, but then went back and read it....it said "thanks for yesterday, that was hot". After asking him 5 times, he finally told me the number belonged to a man who he first said "gave me a blow job".
We spent hours talking. I asked every gory question that you can possibly think of. Come to find out, that for the past 3+ years, he has been going to this adult book store that has booths....where he has given and rec'd. oral sex with men. Never any person twice, until this particular man, who he met there twice....and with him he had oral and anal sex (gave and rec'd. both). He swore to me that it was always safe sex and condoms were used and intact when done.
He states that over the years, there has been approximately 12 experiences. He said that he was disgusted during it, had a brief second of pleasure during climax and then had feelings of remorse, guilt, disgust, etc. for months after. He states he's even contemplated suicide many times. He said that he wanted to tell me so many times, but couldn't because he knew I'd leave him...and he says that I'm the only person who's loved him for him, that I have always meant EVERYTHING to him, but these were "compulsions" that he couldn't stop.
There was a lot of crying and honestly, I handled it better than I could have ever imagined I would have....but I knew we needed professional help and got us into a counselor a.s.a.p. on Monday. After the session, I actually felt like I had some hope. We had set some goals and we made promises to each other. I told him I wouldn't leave him (I can't throw away everything else we had...I KNOW he loves me more than anything, as I do him, and you just can't fake what we've had). Also, we agreed that if he ever felt the urge again, all he had to do was call me. I wouldn't get mad and would do my best to talk him through it. We had a fairly good next 24 hours (considering).
Then on Tuesday, we were both off from work. Midday, we decided to take a nap. When I woke up, my head was spinning with questions and I was becoming anxious as a result (I'm normally a VERY calm person). I woke him up and was asking about how he got together with the men and how things worked...including whether or not he had pre-purchased the condoms or if he ran out front to get one. It came out, that when he gave oral sex to another man, he never used a condom.
To say that I was livid is an understatement. How could he be so stupid? He said that he was selective and that it was usually another married men (because he felt more safe that way, since they were kinda in the same boat he was). I pointed out the fact that you can't tell if someone has a disease just by looking at him. I feel most betrayed because he's now put me at risk....how? why? I actually took a little comfort in the fact that he said he'd used condoms. He did state though, that he absolutely did use condoms during anal sex. That was the final straw...if I had divorce papers at that second, I would have signed them. He knew that was it for me. I stormed out of the bedroom.
I immediately came down to the computer and got onto the CDC website looking for the transmission rates of HIV from male/male oral sex. (Luckily, it seems relatively low, but I'm still a nervous wreck.) He eventually came downstairs and told me that there was still one thing that he had to tell me. That's when he told me that he'd been sexually abused/molested by three older cousins as a child. He's never told anyone...not even his parents because he didn't think they'd believe him. One of the cousins, my husband and he were raised like brothers because they literally lived next to each other.
That particular cousin is still very close and our sons play together! Also, my son has stayed at his house!! He said that he's always asked our son if the cousin's wife was there and what all happened. He says he doesn't think that anything has happened to our son and neither do I really...but I don't know for sure. I'll definately be calling tomorrow to get my son into counseling tomorrow (he was out of state visiting his birth-father when all this came out thankfully and just got home today).
Anyway, my husband literally had a breakdown. He ended up having to be hospitalized for two days. He says he feels a little better now that he's not holding this inside anymore...but has a LONG way to go yet.
I still plan to stay with him. In some strange way, knowing about his childhood kind of helps me to understand in some very small way. What I don't get is that, if it was so bad and he was so ashamed/disgusted and terrified that he'd lose me....why couldn't he just walk away? (the adult encounters, not from what happened as a child). He tells me that he felt like it gave him some control, even though it was always with another consentual male...but why want control over something that you don't necessarily like??
I don't even know what, exactly, I'm asking from all of you. Surely, I'm not alone, am I? Like another poster said, there's no place for the wives of these men (esp. the men who act out sexually) to turn. Even the SW at the hospital (who I graduated with...that was a little mortifying even though he was VERY professional) didn't know of any support groups for me.
I promised him one day at a time. But he feels so guilty about "ruining my life" and now he's worried about me because I'm still so numb, not sleeping, eating, etc. Which, in turn, makes me feel guilty because I'm trying to support him and get him through this...I don't want to put any additional stress on him. I don't think I could feel anything right now if I tried.
Well, thanks for listening and I appreciate any feedback that anyone could give me...especially if you've been in mine or my husband's shoes. I'm just trying to make sense of it all.
P.S. While he was in the hospital, they drew the blood work for all the STD testing and I also plan to have it done.
Just to give you a little background, my husband and I have been together for 11 years and married for 5. We have one pre-teen son, who is not biologically my husband's, but he's raised him since just after he was born.
I guess our story started back in 1997. Back then, we used AOL and had a program that logged all of your IM conversations. One night, while looking for something that someone had told me, I stumbled upon a conversation of his where he told someone that he and another man had exchanged mutual hand jobs. I confronted him about it and he said he was curious, but that it was awful and he swore he would never do it again. Our relationship basically disintigrated and was non-existant for about 2-3 years, my life totally spun out of control (became anorexic, had multiple affairs, etc.)(Side note: my father also died of brain CA right after this happened). I only stayed because he was a paycheck to me (I'm not proud of that). However, somehow we put things back together and in the last 6.5 years, have had what I thought was the perfect marriage.
Sounds kind of funny saying that...but seriously, we literally never fight (only the very occasional bickering), we were so close that we could either finish each other's sentences or not say anything at all, because we knew what each other was already thinking. We were best friends. He has meant everything to me...and even more ironic, he was the one who taught me how to trust and give myself to someone completely.
Then, this past Saturday, my world shattered. I was in the bathroom, doing my thing, when I noticed his cell phone laying on the sink next to me. I honestly have no idea why I did it, but I picked it up and started going through it (I NEVER expected to find a thing). I found a text message to a number that I didn't recognize and initially ignored it, but then went back and read it....it said "thanks for yesterday, that was hot". After asking him 5 times, he finally told me the number belonged to a man who he first said "gave me a blow job".
We spent hours talking. I asked every gory question that you can possibly think of. Come to find out, that for the past 3+ years, he has been going to this adult book store that has booths....where he has given and rec'd. oral sex with men. Never any person twice, until this particular man, who he met there twice....and with him he had oral and anal sex (gave and rec'd. both). He swore to me that it was always safe sex and condoms were used and intact when done.
He states that over the years, there has been approximately 12 experiences. He said that he was disgusted during it, had a brief second of pleasure during climax and then had feelings of remorse, guilt, disgust, etc. for months after. He states he's even contemplated suicide many times. He said that he wanted to tell me so many times, but couldn't because he knew I'd leave him...and he says that I'm the only person who's loved him for him, that I have always meant EVERYTHING to him, but these were "compulsions" that he couldn't stop.
There was a lot of crying and honestly, I handled it better than I could have ever imagined I would have....but I knew we needed professional help and got us into a counselor a.s.a.p. on Monday. After the session, I actually felt like I had some hope. We had set some goals and we made promises to each other. I told him I wouldn't leave him (I can't throw away everything else we had...I KNOW he loves me more than anything, as I do him, and you just can't fake what we've had). Also, we agreed that if he ever felt the urge again, all he had to do was call me. I wouldn't get mad and would do my best to talk him through it. We had a fairly good next 24 hours (considering).
Then on Tuesday, we were both off from work. Midday, we decided to take a nap. When I woke up, my head was spinning with questions and I was becoming anxious as a result (I'm normally a VERY calm person). I woke him up and was asking about how he got together with the men and how things worked...including whether or not he had pre-purchased the condoms or if he ran out front to get one. It came out, that when he gave oral sex to another man, he never used a condom.
To say that I was livid is an understatement. How could he be so stupid? He said that he was selective and that it was usually another married men (because he felt more safe that way, since they were kinda in the same boat he was). I pointed out the fact that you can't tell if someone has a disease just by looking at him. I feel most betrayed because he's now put me at risk....how? why? I actually took a little comfort in the fact that he said he'd used condoms. He did state though, that he absolutely did use condoms during anal sex. That was the final straw...if I had divorce papers at that second, I would have signed them. He knew that was it for me. I stormed out of the bedroom.
I immediately came down to the computer and got onto the CDC website looking for the transmission rates of HIV from male/male oral sex. (Luckily, it seems relatively low, but I'm still a nervous wreck.) He eventually came downstairs and told me that there was still one thing that he had to tell me. That's when he told me that he'd been sexually abused/molested by three older cousins as a child. He's never told anyone...not even his parents because he didn't think they'd believe him. One of the cousins, my husband and he were raised like brothers because they literally lived next to each other.
That particular cousin is still very close and our sons play together! Also, my son has stayed at his house!! He said that he's always asked our son if the cousin's wife was there and what all happened. He says he doesn't think that anything has happened to our son and neither do I really...but I don't know for sure. I'll definately be calling tomorrow to get my son into counseling tomorrow (he was out of state visiting his birth-father when all this came out thankfully and just got home today).
Anyway, my husband literally had a breakdown. He ended up having to be hospitalized for two days. He says he feels a little better now that he's not holding this inside anymore...but has a LONG way to go yet.
I still plan to stay with him. In some strange way, knowing about his childhood kind of helps me to understand in some very small way. What I don't get is that, if it was so bad and he was so ashamed/disgusted and terrified that he'd lose me....why couldn't he just walk away? (the adult encounters, not from what happened as a child). He tells me that he felt like it gave him some control, even though it was always with another consentual male...but why want control over something that you don't necessarily like??
I don't even know what, exactly, I'm asking from all of you. Surely, I'm not alone, am I? Like another poster said, there's no place for the wives of these men (esp. the men who act out sexually) to turn. Even the SW at the hospital (who I graduated with...that was a little mortifying even though he was VERY professional) didn't know of any support groups for me.
I promised him one day at a time. But he feels so guilty about "ruining my life" and now he's worried about me because I'm still so numb, not sleeping, eating, etc. Which, in turn, makes me feel guilty because I'm trying to support him and get him through this...I don't want to put any additional stress on him. I don't think I could feel anything right now if I tried.
Well, thanks for listening and I appreciate any feedback that anyone could give me...especially if you've been in mine or my husband's shoes. I'm just trying to make sense of it all.
P.S. While he was in the hospital, they drew the blood work for all the STD testing and I also plan to have it done.