It''s my fault and I know it. Things weren''t right in our marriage, and I tried to talk to her, but she didn''t want to talk about it. But it doesn''t excuse the stupid, drunken mistake I made. One of her friends, had come on to me over the past few months and I was weak.
In 2 days I had confessed and started the journey to where I am now nearly 2 years later. I tried everything I could to say sorry, but I knew that we also needed to resolve some underlying issues too. I suggested and we went to Relate. They told us that these things rarely happen for no reason, but she saw that as me trying to dodge responsibility for what had happened.
I admit I made mistakes during that time, but she didn''t like to way I tried to make it work. The one thing she wanted - a trial separation, I couldn''t do. I just couldn''t bear to spend time away from my daughters. Also, as I suspected that things were heading downhill, I knew (rightly as it turned out) that leaving the home would effectively remove my rights as a Father and my girls rights to have the best possible relationship with me under the circumstances.
So around 6 months ago, she announced it was over. After some wrangling, she agreed to 50/50 equal shared care of our girls. It didn''t last long. Solicitors got involved and she withdrew that offer. We''ve agreed to go to
mediation but that has yet to happen. We still haven''t told the girls.
Then last night she went to a birthday party with the girls and the ow was there. The ow ended up screaming at my stbx in front of the children. I still don''t know how much or what they heard, but my eldest was in tears. We argued when she got back, and was understandably angry at me. She went from saying that it wasn''t in their best interests to hear why we''re separating, to saying they deserved to know the truth, then back again. I''m guessing there are lots of people who were at the party who will now know what happened.
I have to creep down to the spare room at midnight, then get up before the kids so they don''t suspect anything. I''m so tired, I want to just give in to her. I know it''s nothing compared to what I put her through. I''m torn. Maybe I deserve every other weekend and 1 night in the week. Perhaps that should be my punishment. I just know it''s not the best possible arrangement for my beautiful, innocent girls. I don''t know what to do.