I'm not even sure what I'm looking for here, I just need a place to vent. If someone happens to have a magic ball with all the answers, it would be much appreciated.
Me (31F) have been together with my husband (34M) for 9 years, married for 2. I'm currently pregnant with our second child, one we are both excited about.
We are both bisexual, and prior to getting together, have both explored relationships with the same sex. We have agreed to be monogamous, but spoken many times that if either one of us feels a desire to be with the same sex again, it can be brought up for discussion. Now onto the issue: Five weeks ago, on a Friday, my husband told me he wanted to go to a karaoke bar to sing by himself. He's done this once before, as he really enjoys singing and none of our friend group really do. I was hesitant to let him go, maybe due to pregnancy hormones I got super scared something bad might happen, he might cheat or maybe find someone else to fall in love with. He comforted me and at one point chuckled, saying "why would I throw away everything I have:" I was still kind of iffy about letting him go, but didn't want to seem overbearing, so as our eldest was at sleep-over, I came up with a plan to have a self care evening, light candles and watch a nice movie.
So off he goes, we text while he's there, and even though he sometimes takes abt 20 minutes to answer, it's not uncommon for him. At around 2am he tells me he is thinking about what to sing next and mentions a few options. I tell him I'm running a fever, he says he loves me. Then for the next two hours, none of his messages go through. I'm of course worried, and text him a few times.
Then about 4:30 he messages me and says he's walking to our new house where he was supposed to stay over, and he has no idea why none of his messages went through, must be something with his phone subscription. I'm very worried and pissed and we argue a little. I go to sleep, I guess he sleeps as well and in the morning he sends me a lot of messages saying he's sorry, it really was his phone, he loves me and is very sorry he worried me and understands why I'm upset. He also says he didn't have a nice time, it was a little boring, and tells me he wants to be with me, he doesn't want to lose me and just generally all these super nice things.
Everything is okay, I go pick him and our child up and we go out to dinner. In the evening, I don't know why or what made me suspicious for no reason, but we have a completely open phone policy, and while usually we don't check up on each other, but for some reason I get this idea to check his Google Timeline, which shows he left the bar around 2 am, went by car to a random address, stayed there for two hours and walked to the new house.
I confront him immediately, I ask him what's in the address, and he asks for his phone, stares for the address for a bit and just says "nothing happened". I can see the panic in him, and I feel like I want to throw up. Initially he says he met a guy, went to his apartment to drink some more and left. When I asked if they kissed, he said yes, but nothing more. When I ask him again, this turns into him going to the guys apartment, kissing and starting to give him a blowjob, then panicking and leaving. This is the version I have for a few hours, when he panics and cries, I am completely frozen in emotion. I am in total shock, it's like my worst nightmare came true. While he was saying he's thinking of what to sing next, he was actually already in a taxi. When he told me loved me he was at the guys apartment.
Finally, hours later, he says okay, and gives me what I think is the whole truth. He tells me they actually took their clothes off downstairs, went down on each other on the couch, and then continued upstairs to the bedroom. They kept going down on each other, some extreme foreplay and eventually my husband came in the man's mouth - all unprotected. He told me didn't want the whole truth to be true, and was in full panic mode. The reason for this, according to him, was that the homosexual feelings had started to emerge back some months ago, and he had tried to suppress them as best he could because he resented having those thoughts. He didn't want to tell me because he just simply wanted them to go away. So when the man approached him in the bar, it was purely physical, he had absolutely no emotion or felt nothing except sex appeal to the man. He also told me as soon as he came, he panicked and left, telling the man he can't do this. The man tried to give his phone number, but he didn't write it down. He also gave the man a fake name. I asked him if he would've told me, he said yes, latest when we would've moved to having sex, as he couldn't have let me touch him while pregnant without knowing if he caught a disease.
Obviously I was shocked, repulsed, anxious..... every possible emotion you can think of. He slept on the couch, I cried myself to sleep in our bedroom. The next day he told me he regrets everything he did, realises he has royally screwed up and is willing to do anything to make me forgive him. He booked an appointment with two therapists for us, one "normal" and one who specialises in sex therapy.
Unfortunately the timing wasn't great for this, as two days later his mother came to stay with us for a week since we were moving. He told his mother what he had done, so it wouldn't be awkward for me to fake being okay at any point. Obviously, his mother was terrified and disgusted but said she wishes we can work things out. In therapy, we had decided to move together to the new house, as we had sold our one. The move itself went okay, and he went back to sleeping on the sofa.
We have since had a lot of very difficult conversations. He has relayed every single minute, every single thing they said to each other, every action, every act to me by my request. I wanted to know everything, because I couldn't bear the fact that there was still something that was hidden from me. He has also taken every single emotion - anger, hate, devastation, sorrow and dealt with them well. He keeps saying he never stopped loving me, he never wanted to leave or destroy anything, he just wanted to experience being with a man. He hadn't planned it out, hadn't sought the man's attention and was not at all interested in ever seeing the man again. I actually made my husband find the man online to see what they looked like (because I was terrified of running into him somewhere with my family), and he did, but cried and vomited out of panic at the same time. He says he feels so awful it's become like a trauma to him, and I can visibly see him getting anxious every time we talk about this. Still he does, because he understands I need to.
He has also taken more responsibilities at home, even though he was a fantastic father and spouse before, but has now stepped up even more. He also has an alarm twice a day, where he will remember to talk about his feelings, especially the hard ones, to me.
In addition, he says he no longer feels any sort of homosexual feelings. Instead, when asked about it in therapy, he has said he identifies as a heterosexual, something our therapist says is possible. Apparently the experience being so awful (not only because of his guilt, but also because according to him it just wasn't good), it might've shifted his entire way of thinking, although the therapist says this doesn't really matter, either he is or isn't.
On the surface now, we are okay. We talk a lot more, about more difficult things as well. We have weekly therapy sessions, we are focusing on raising our child and he is with me at every prenatal appointment. He has moved back in to our bedroom, and reads me bedtime stories every night I ask. He also tells me reasons he loves me, is sensitive to all my moods and continues being consistent in his story of what happened and why.
But here's the issue. I worry I'm still in shock, and can't process what has actually happened. I worry I will continue our marriage, stay with him and then at some point start regretting it. I worry I will waste my life being paranoid, even though a small voice inside me says he hasn't cheated before, and due to his reaction now is unlikely to cheat again. I was always one of those people who adamantly said cheating is a huge deal-breaker for me, and no one with the ability to cheat in a relationship is salvageable, and instead should be frowned upon for their despicable actions.
I can't believe he became such a cliché, cheating on me while I'm pregnant. In addition all his actions surrounding the whole night, the way he lied while he was there, just....everything. I want to hate him and tell him to bag his bags, but I can't help loving him at the same time, and seeing how much of an effort he is making. What's really scary is that sometimes I feel completely normal, and feel I can be at ease of him straying. Other times I'm disgusted again.
Is there any way of working forward from this? Will I regret staying, am I just wasting my time?