**Back story* Common law 23.5 years, he had multiple affairs. Last was at Christmas, then we reconciled and 6 weeks later I found another on my birthday. Ended in flames, he married her only knowing her 14 days. I got a surprise call from Vegas asking about my marriage. **
Initially I sat on the floor and sobbed like life itself was seeping from my soul. The sheer shock of realizing he married someone he only knew 14 days after saying he loved me 9 days earlier devastated me. I contemplated ending my life, I cried for hours on end, didn't sleep, barely ate. I was in shock. I called my parents 20 times a day. I lost 22 lbs, and wasn't functioning more than at a minimum level. We had 3 children and I needed to be present for. One was in crisis emotionally and I had to navigate that solo. I was numb, hurt beyond words, and felt abandoned and invisible. He was happy, declared her to be the love he'd been waiting his whole life for, it was nauseating. They traveled, spent money in excess of $150k, all while I struggled to stay in this world. He walked out one door and into a new life, leaving his kids and I behind. He barely looked back. He moved two hours away and then across the USA.
In the beginning I couldn't stand him. The thought of talking to him enraged me, put me in an endless loop of grief, denial, and pain. At heart I really wanted to reconcile and for him to choose me, to realize what he lost, but he was too busy enjoying the ego boost, the validation that came from a new woman. I suffered while he lived a life he never gave me.
Eventually he did choose me, but only when it benefited him. He picked other women, did things for them he never did for me, took better care and interest in their kids over his own. All were parts I needed to experience to see my own value.
We had an incredibly horrible common law divorce. Didn't speak for a year plus. I didn't cope, I survived one day at a time. I lived on this forum looking for any answers that would make my heart ache less for someone that was never worthy of the tears or time I spent with him. I struggled with my self worth, validation, and the future that financially looked like I would struggle forever as I'd stayed home for 15 years, and now had no Social Security, or benefits from wasting 25+ years of my life unmarried.
This took me years to make some peace with. I'm 8 years out and I'm not out of the woods. He circled back, I helped him divorce her 1.5 years later and took him back for another 2.5 years before he left again. I work with him and for him, so it's miserable. I can't change working for him at this point for many reasons previously discussed in this forum. I had to hire the one he married, work with her, and 5+ years later became somewhat friends with her after they divorced. He told her plenty of lies. I've now hired at least 3 he's been involved with. The current one is someone he'd never have looked at in a million years, has a troubled past, and it's clear he has no real options now.
I would be lying if I said I don't still have some lingering feelings for him, but I'm done. No more chances. No more living waiting for him to be the man I imagined him to be. He is who he is, and he's not going to change this late in the game. He's dragging a train full of baggage, and the process repeats each time, with less success each time, and a different woman. I have to live through the front row seat to it each time. Trust me he now knows exactly what he lost. It's glaring at him in the mirror daily. He depends on me to continue his business. I've always been the glue that held it together, the one true friend he ever had. I'm loyal to a fault, but now I don't engage more than I have to. I don't give wife energy to him freely. I only do what I must to contine to have an income to feed my family. If his boat sinks, mine does to some extent also, but I have resources he doesn't. I have a paid off house, I have money in the bank. He has none of those and we are both in our early 60's.
The end result is I want validation, but I don't need it to be validated. I am my own validation. I am enough, I always was. His inability to see it is his issue not mine. I'm a far better person than he could ever aspire to be. He isn't a knight in shining armor, and no one is coming to save me but me. I am my own heroine in this story.
I will survive, if only to spite him. I will have my own happiness. It may not look the same. It may be single. It may be with less money, but I'm financing it myself.