My Life Was Shattered
My husband has worked overseas as a contractor for 6 years. He was out of work before he took it and the bills were coming in and we couldn't pay them, so that is why he took this job. He told me he wanted to give me and my children a better life. On September 26, 2012 he sent me an email and told me there was someone else, He is 57 and meant this 37 year old Phillipino girl in Afghanistan. To make a long story short he got her out of there and started living with her in Dubia. My young adult children and me was devasted. Couple of months later he is supporting her family and talk to me more now than ever. We were in the process of buying an house and went through with it. He wanted me to file for a divorce right away, but I didn't. Now I have to and it is going to be the hardest thing I ever had to do. Hes being really nice to me by telling me we always will be a family and he will always take care of me. Mind ya, we have been married for 30 years and he hasn't face me yet. Then he sends me mix signals like there is hope for us. I don't know if he is just being nice to me so I won't screw him in the divorce or what. At first he was really mean and now he has calm down and we talk everyday. He is full of so much guilt and in over his head that I feel sorry for him. He wants to talk to me about her and her family and I don't understand why. I think it is just the sex thing, He was lonely and missing his family and she came along and one thing lead to another. Why do I want to still help him? Part of me hate him and part of me feels sorry for him. Is this normal? We were best friends so I not only loss a husband but also my best friend. He saids he misses me and can't wait to see me. I am filing for a divorce but I don't want one. I need him to come home and face us. We both cry everyday. I am hoping when he comes home and see us it will all change. When I talk to him he sounds very sorry and depress at times, but still wants to be with that girl. They posted pictures on the internet and everything at first. That really hurt. She told him she was pregnant and conveinently had a miscarriage. My point is why do I still want to help him and need him in my life. I can't do anything but think about him and keeping asking why.