I know we all have our own problems, and I hate to lay my problems on other people... I guess the thing is, I don't see you people in my everyday life. I know of you all, but I don't know you, maybe that makes it easy to open up to you, hell I don't know. I have a problem and I need help. I am confused, hurt, and don't know what to do. I have always used humor or told jokes to fight off pain, emet, anything that bothered me, and I can't do that with this.
On August 27th my wife left (My birthday) to go and help with a store that had a staff walk out, my wife is a retail manager, and very good at her job. This upset me, but hell life is full of junk, and sometimes you gotta roll with it. So I let it go, and said we can make up the time when she gets back.
On August 29th a friend of mine, a long time personal friend came to my house to goof off. Now let me explain the situation to everyone so that everyone has the facts. This friend of mine, Scott, has a long time girlfriend named Debbie.Debbie works for Rachel, Rachel is manager, Debbie is the second in command. Her and my wife left to go on this "trip" together. Scott and I are sitting in the living room, and since I have been winning the battle with my emet, I was in rare form. Cracking jokes, telling stories, having a good old time. When Scott looks at me sternly and says, "Hey Steve, (Only person I know that calls me Steve.) I have something I gotta tell you."
I shrug it off, and thought he was kidding, and make a joke, when he says to me, and you can't tell your wife you heard it from me. Ok here it goes.
Scott begins to tell me, about a year ago, my wife starts seeing another man on the side thatat the time worked foranother store. Back in May she was becoming very serious with this individual, and was contemplating leaving me. She could not deal with the fact of my illness, that I was terrified to throw up, that it caused me to stay in the house and never leave. I was afraid of germs, and such. Which he in turned called Bulls*** excuses... (Scott did not know I was an emet, I doubt he knows what the word means, I always kept it hidden well from friends, family and such, so when he is telling me this, my shock is 10 fold.)
She was going to tell me about it during the weekend our son was going away, so the fight would not be in front of the boy, but something happened between the time she had made up her mind, and the time she was gonna tell me. I fought my emet. I went out, I drank, I rode roller coasters, I had no fear, and became a very happy man. Scott's version goes this way, she has guilt, and finds the reason she got with me in the first place. She breaks it off with this guy, a guy I went to school with and know quite well, one problem the guy doesn't want to let go, and comes and sees her all the time, HE HAD EVEN BEEN IN THE STORE WHEN I WOULD COME AND DROP FOOD OFF TO HER. You know the story, he would tell her how they had a great thing etc. etc.
Scott then tells me almost every trip my wife has taken out of town, this person has went on, for almost a year, when she found out about this trip on the 24th of August, my wife lied and told me they called her the morning of the 27th while I was asleep, her defenses broke down and she told him he could come along. Scott, found out about it, on the 26th when my wife came to Deb and Scott's apartment, crying that she was confused, and that she loved me, blah blah bah, and I had changed, but she was so scared that this fellow was gonna tell me, she had no choice. (My wife handles stress badly outside of work, and makes piss poor decisions.)
Deb has know about this relationship since the beginning, and Scott was very upset that she never told him, and was very upset that she would let my wife do that to me, I have been very good to Deb.
I asked Scott to leave, I called my mother to pick up our son, and I sat alo