Our marriage has had good years and bad years, but over the last 29 years the good has certainly outweighed the bad. Things were going great, we were eagerly making plans for retirement in the future, until recently when things have rapidly turned dark when the endless accusations began. The first major accusation was that I was having an affair with the girl that cut my hair. Then the laser beam focus shifted to my work. She began to incessantly drill me about who I had lunch with in the cafeteria, etc. Then I was accused of having an afffair with one of my female co-workers, and then another. She then started checking my home email, computer usage, text messages, and cell phone calls... demanding that I identify each number and the conversations that took place from 3 months prior.
The accusations continued to grow. She "knew" I was getting up in the middle of the night and spending hours on the computer. Her health began to fail, she now needed Ambien to sleep and doctors prescribed anxiety and blood pressure medications. Because of her health, she asked if I was trying to poision her. She asked if I was secretly taking pictures of her, and asked if I had video tape equipment hidden in our bedroom.
My beloved wife then began hiding tape recorders in my home office and car in hopes of "catching me in the act".
The clincher came when I received what I thought were a couple of innocuous wrong number texts. One was about the individual going out to eat after church and the other was pertaining to someone's family reunion. I texted back they had the wrong number. My wife didn't think they were so innocent. Unbeknownst to me, she hired a private investigator. Together they tracked down who had the phone number and did research, background checks, etc. Apparently this individual was a known homosexual. So now the accusations came flying that I was having a homosexual relationship. That is when she moved out and filed for divorce. After 29 years I am left devasted, hurt beyond words, and left searching for answers. The woman I knew for all of those years bears no resembalance to the woman who she is now.
Could this be DDJ, or some type of side-affect from the medications? Or could this be a sign of some other underlying mental health issue?