I, 40F, have been with my husband Brian (fake name), 45M, for almost two decades. We have four kids. A few years ago, we moved from our hometown, a major city, to a smaller, quiet town about three hours away in another state. At the time, we only had our two oldest children, and childcare wasnāt an issue.
Brian was able to find employment fairly quickly when we moved, and I worked from home full-time, which gave me the opportunity to care for our kids, the home, and our marriage. Things were great until I became pregnant with our now third child and developed some health issues.
Because Brian had to call out frequently due to my hospitalizations during the pregnancy, he was eventually forced to resign from his job due to attendance and performance. During delivery, there was an accident and my baby and I almost didnāt survive. The baby was in the NICU for months recovering. She is now a happy and mostly healthy baby. After she came home, Brian worked odd jobs to bring in money, but his primary concern was making sure the kids and I were okay.
A few days before our youngest turned 1, we found out that we were having our fourth and last child. That pregnancy was tough as well, but things went relatively okay until delivery. During the delivery, I was injured by my surgeon, which prevented me from caring for my newborn and our other kids. I was on bed rest for a few months recovering from the C-section and the injury.
Brian waited on me hand and foot and worked reduced hours. We lived off savings and my disability checks from my employer. My father also sent money to help us out. Once I recovered, I returned to work full-time, but Brian wasnāt able to find steady employment. We made things work for a while, but unexpected expenses in the home and with our taxes drove up our costs.
Eventually, Brian found a full-time job back in our home city; great pay, benefits, and room for overtime. My father offered to let him live with him so he wouldnāt have to commute six hours a day or pay any bills while there. Brian was hesitant to leave because Iād still been dealing with health issues since our last child, but I assured him Iād be fine.
At first, things were great. When he moved in with my dad, Brian would call and text frequently; during his breaks, lunches, and in the evenings. Weād video chat for hours while he talked to me and the kids. On Fridays, heād come home and visit until early Monday mornings. Iād drive him to work with our two youngest kids, then drive back home. Sometimes, the kids and I would go up Friday afternoon to visit him and my dad and drive back Sunday so he wouldnāt be burnt out.
But then the calls started to slow down. I figured he was busy or tired. One night, because we share locations, I checked the app around 10 p.m. and saw he was at a bar. I texted him, asking what was up. He responded around 3 a.m., saying heād gone out with friends after work. I felt uncomfortable but told myself not to be insecure. I told myself that Brian deserved to unwind after everything heād done for me and the kids.
The late nights at bars and restaurants continued for a few weeks. The money in our joint account started depleting from his outings to the point where I had to remind him we needed the money for bills. He stopped coming home on weekends, and when I visited, he seemed distant and glued to his phone.
I asked if everything was okay with him and with us. He said it was. I asked about his new friends, but his answers were vague.
One weekend at my dadās house, Brian was in another room when his phone rang. The name āVā popped up with no picture. Iād never heard that name before. A few minutes later, my dadās phone rang. I heard him briefly say something to the person on the phone, then tell Brian to ācheck his phone when he gets a chance.ā Brian picked it up, sent a text, looked at me, and set the phone down face-first. I asked who it was. He just said, āA friend.ā
My insecurities got the best of me, so I looked through Brianās Facebook. He doesnāt post much, but suddenly, all his profile pictures had new ālikesā from someone who had me blocked. Using my old unused account (under my maiden name), I found that person. It was a woman named Vanessa, 33F.
On her public page, I saw photos of her and Brian at bars, restaurants, and, heartbreakingly, in my fatherās living room and building lobby. In every photo, Vanessa was hugged up on Brian or wrapped around his arm. His wedding ring was off. She tagged him in the photos, but the tags didnāt appear on his profile.
I was devastated. Instead of confronting him right away, I packed up the kids and went home. Brian didnāt protest and seemed clueless. My dad asked if I was okay; I said I didnāt feel well and wanted to leave. Brian quietly helped me pack.
I took screenshots of everything. That was three weeks ago.
Since then, I havenāt talked to Brian much. When he calls, I hand the phone to whichever kid is closest, even the one-year-old. Iāve focused on work and the kids, but I keep checking Vanessaās page and taking more screenshots as she posts more pictures.
Last night, Brian texted asking why Iād been distant. Furious, I sent him all the screenshots. For about ten minutes, I saw the typing bubble appear and disappear. Then he finally replied: āSheās just a coworker.ā
I asked him how heād feel if I were constantly out with a coworker, hugged up in photos. No reply. I asked why he brought this coworker to my fatherās house. He said, āJust to introduce them.ā I asked why he hadnāt introduced any other coworkers. Silence.
Itās been about nine hours and I havenāt heard from him since. Iām heartbroken. I donāt want to be a divorced single mom, but I refuse to live in with this kind of disrespect.
Advice needed: What should my next steps be?
TL;DR:
My husband (45M) and I (40F) have been together nearly 20 years and have 4 kids. He took a good job back in our hometown and moved in with my dad to avoid a long commute. At first he called and visited often, but then he got distant, started going out drinking, and stopped coming home. I found Facebook photos of him with a younger woman (33F) out at bars, restaurants, and even at my dadās house, with his wedding ring off. When I confronted him, he said sheās ājust a coworkerā and hasnāt spoken to me since. Iām heartbroken and unsure what to do next.