My wife and I have been married for about a year and a bit. She suffers from depression, anxiety and OCD. The meds she has been perscribed greatly impact her libido. To the point where she can have no interest in sex for over a month at a time. I'm a 'once a day, maybe every two at a push or I start climbing the walls' kinda guy.
She has no issue with me watching porn, so that would always be my release to give her a break and stop making her feel horrible for something she can't help. But porn stopped doing it for me a after a while. I need to feel involved, I need to get something back.
So, I started talking to a girl I know but live in a different city from online. Things quickly turned filthy and although I have no desire to be with her outside of fantasy, I let them continue.
My wife found out and understandably she was distraught and heartbroken. We talked it out and I made a promised to remove her from facebook and block her so I could never speak to her again. We managed to move on from there.
After a while, the girl found me on another website. We were good friends before the filth happened and because of that I accepted her, thinking I'd be able to control it and not allow it to descent into what it had before. It started to a bit and eventually I stopped replying to her.
A while after, my wife found out about this as well. Naturally, she is completely heartbroken. I'm her husband, her carer, her best friend and her safe place. And I totally betrayed that. When she thought she could trust me again, I destroyed it, and left her with nothing.
I hate myself so much for what I've done to her. She doesn't deserve that. She has been nothing but loyal and amazing to me since we first met. She's the best thing that has ever happened to me, and I hurt her like that. I feel worthless, pathetic and like scum.
I've tried to explain to her that it was a slip up months ago and that I haven't continued speaking to her, but understandably that doesn't make everything OK. I don't honestly know if she'll ever be able to trust me again, and I completely understand if she doesn't.
I'm usually a level headed person, and can handle stress and depression, but now I feel like I just don't deserve to live any more. I can't be the person who does this to someone I care about so much, and I can't even begin to imagine a life without her.
I've thought about ending it a few times since our last discussion, and was awake for most of the night last night thinking about it. I already have a letter written in my head and a few ideas of how to do it. I have a length of rope and a park near by, and I've been thinking of talking a walk down early one morning before anyone realises I'm gone. Have a bottle of wine and drop myself from a tree.
I also considered the fact that I might bottle it, and have considered drinking de-icer/anti-freeze in said bottle of wine. Either way it'd be away from my friends and family. I don't want any of them having to find me like that.
I think the worst part is that, I don't even care if I die any more. I think people would be better of for it. My friends and family don't even really know me. Like, the real me. And the one person who I thought did, happened upon a preview into who I really am, and now they hate me for it.
I'm not looking to be talked out of it. I've not even decided if I'm going to do it yet. I just wanted to vent.