Lex Luther
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In high school I never dated much. I was a chump and GFs didn't come as easy as I would have liked. I saw all my friends with easy hook-ups and GFs which made me jealous and reinforcing my beta mentality. I wanted to be affirmed that I was good enough by being able to hook-up and keep a GF. So the night of my high school graduation I hooked up with a girl that I had been friends with for years. She was attractive and I had a little crush on her. I quickly decided to turn her into my GF to affirm my sense of self worth.
I dated her exclusively all through college mainly because I did not have the confidence that I could date anyone else and enjoyed the sure thing sex source as I studied my ass off in school to better myself to get a good paying job. Again, I was a chump and fulfilling my chump self-perception. Needless to say, I used her.
Well, I graduated. What now? I had to make the choice to move on and face the cold cruel world of uncertainty or I can take the safe bet. I took the safe bet and asked my GF to marry me. I did not love her and I knew it. I felt that she earned the right of marriage for sticking by me during college when I was a chump and knew it. Basically, she loved me but I did not love her like I should. The day of my marriage I cried because I did not want to get married, but I felt of sense of obligation. So I did it.
I tried hard to be a good husband and provide a good life. We had 3 wonderful children and I progressed in my career. During our marriage we would have bad fights. We would go nuclear and threaten divorce, but nothing ever came of it. Nothing became physical, but we would emotionally hit below the belt. In retrospect, it was mainly my fault because I was not happy being married to her. I would look at my neighbors and ask myself whether they took the safe bet or really put themselves out there before choosing their wife. They seemed happy. So I pretended to be happy and lost myself in improving my career. I tried to be a good husband and so much wanted the Ozzie and Harriet life. Turns out, she was not Harriet and I was not Ozzie. The kids used to keep us together when they were babies, but now they are teens and becoming more independent. The glue of children holding our relationship together is weakening.
After 17 years of fidelity, this amazingly gorgeous woman that I work with started to come on to me right after my wife and I had yet another nuclear fallout. I ended up having an affair with this woman which still continues until this day (subject of another thread I will need help with) almost 2 years later.
I got caught with my mistress in bed at our house and moved out and now live with my father. Ironically, my wife wants to work things out and I just don't want to go back. I simply don't love my wife. In retrospect, I am probably the problem with most of the problems we had because of this. It is like I wanted to be caught by taking her to my house. I feel like I should feel bad because I don't feel guilty for doing it.
So, I am separated from my wife. Still messing around with my mistress whenever I can and have picked up another girl I mess around with as well. I am excited about my new found freedoms and want to break away from my previous AFC tendencies. I don't want to be that guy anymore. I should have listened to my gut before getting married, but here I am.
Now I need to make a decision. Do I get a divorce and devastate my family for my own personal happiness or do I do the responsible thing and play the family man part? I have great kids and don't want to ruin their lives, but once they are gone I will be married to a woman that I simply don't love. I go to therapy and they try to convince me that real love between a husband and wife is different and at a higher level. I don't want to believe that. I think you should at least be happy when you are with your partner, be it spouse or GF. I am not looking to end my marriage to be with one of these other women. In fact, I don't want to get married ever again if I divorce. I want women around as I enjoy their company. I am a man and like women. I want to meet as many as I can.
My wife told me I am having a midlife crisis. My response- I don't care.
I guess I rambled on for a bit, but I am really confused and would like some insights if any of you have gone through this.
I dated her exclusively all through college mainly because I did not have the confidence that I could date anyone else and enjoyed the sure thing sex source as I studied my ass off in school to better myself to get a good paying job. Again, I was a chump and fulfilling my chump self-perception. Needless to say, I used her.
Well, I graduated. What now? I had to make the choice to move on and face the cold cruel world of uncertainty or I can take the safe bet. I took the safe bet and asked my GF to marry me. I did not love her and I knew it. I felt that she earned the right of marriage for sticking by me during college when I was a chump and knew it. Basically, she loved me but I did not love her like I should. The day of my marriage I cried because I did not want to get married, but I felt of sense of obligation. So I did it.
I tried hard to be a good husband and provide a good life. We had 3 wonderful children and I progressed in my career. During our marriage we would have bad fights. We would go nuclear and threaten divorce, but nothing ever came of it. Nothing became physical, but we would emotionally hit below the belt. In retrospect, it was mainly my fault because I was not happy being married to her. I would look at my neighbors and ask myself whether they took the safe bet or really put themselves out there before choosing their wife. They seemed happy. So I pretended to be happy and lost myself in improving my career. I tried to be a good husband and so much wanted the Ozzie and Harriet life. Turns out, she was not Harriet and I was not Ozzie. The kids used to keep us together when they were babies, but now they are teens and becoming more independent. The glue of children holding our relationship together is weakening.
After 17 years of fidelity, this amazingly gorgeous woman that I work with started to come on to me right after my wife and I had yet another nuclear fallout. I ended up having an affair with this woman which still continues until this day (subject of another thread I will need help with) almost 2 years later.
I got caught with my mistress in bed at our house and moved out and now live with my father. Ironically, my wife wants to work things out and I just don't want to go back. I simply don't love my wife. In retrospect, I am probably the problem with most of the problems we had because of this. It is like I wanted to be caught by taking her to my house. I feel like I should feel bad because I don't feel guilty for doing it.
So, I am separated from my wife. Still messing around with my mistress whenever I can and have picked up another girl I mess around with as well. I am excited about my new found freedoms and want to break away from my previous AFC tendencies. I don't want to be that guy anymore. I should have listened to my gut before getting married, but here I am.
Now I need to make a decision. Do I get a divorce and devastate my family for my own personal happiness or do I do the responsible thing and play the family man part? I have great kids and don't want to ruin their lives, but once they are gone I will be married to a woman that I simply don't love. I go to therapy and they try to convince me that real love between a husband and wife is different and at a higher level. I don't want to believe that. I think you should at least be happy when you are with your partner, be it spouse or GF. I am not looking to end my marriage to be with one of these other women. In fact, I don't want to get married ever again if I divorce. I want women around as I enjoy their company. I am a man and like women. I want to meet as many as I can.
My wife told me I am having a midlife crisis. My response- I don't care.
I guess I rambled on for a bit, but I am really confused and would like some insights if any of you have gone through this.