Going through a divorce and it feels like I'm trapped in a Lifetime Movie.

Hello.

I'm looking for support as I navigate through a divorce.

I found out July 8 that my husband was sending seductive texts to another woman. He was doing something similar in 2017, but I gave him another chance. Mistake?... maybe.

We've been fighting lately because he had heart issues in April and he struggled with diet changes. Also him being off for a month and having substantial medical bills took a toll on our savings. While he was off, he purchased a $5000 zero turn mower, along with some other equipment he wanted. One of our dogs needed a $2000 surgery. All of this emptied the savings and my patients.

I tried to make it work and was being less hostile about money issues. He promised to stop chatting with that woman and to do his banking at another branch.

Mid July we had a day trip planned, had fun at the beach and did some touristy stuff. On the way home, we dropped some saltwater taffy off at his aunt's and talked to her for a bit. That's when he let it slip to her that they cut back hours at work and he's been getting out at 12:30 or 1:00 pm. He wasn't getting home until 4 or 5 each day.

We got home and had a big fight. He claims that he misspoke and he's been working later while other guys were getting out earlier.

At that point, I decided that I was done. I made a plan and moved in with my friend and her husband on July 29. I hired a divorce lawyer, paid what bills I could for the month, and left.

He has been very cooperative, signing divorce paperwork, working with me to get stuff done, but still begging me to reconsider.

I went over there on Thursday, August 6 to get him to sign the property agreement. We rent, so we only have personal property to divide. No children together.

I helped him balance his checkbook and get somethings sorted online. He signed the agreement and begged me to reconsider. I told him there was no way I could keep putting myself in this situation and I was moving forward with the divorce.

I left his home at 5:30, went home, scanned and emailed the signed property agreement to my lawyer.

I got a call the next morning from a friend in town that my husband was taken away by ambulance last night. The first thing I thought of was that he overdosed on his meds or got so blackout drunk that it effected his heart.

I called a friend on the town fire department to see what he knew. He just knew there was a call to the house for cardiac arrest, meaning his heart stopped and CPR was necessary. He advised that I call county dispatch to see where they took him.

I called that hospital and was informed they had no one by that name. I told them he was most likely unconscious when he was admitted and was in there without a name. I even asked them to check the morgue. Every person that told me no, I escalated to their supervisor until someone found a John Doe matching the description I gave.

So, I took the rest of the day off to go to his home, grab his wallet, phone, and clothing because he arrived with no clothes. I went to the hospital, identified him, and made sure the nurse had his insurance and license.

I'm a wreck because I love him and want to murder him all at once.

I asked the nurse that if he was in the house, how did paramedics find him. Apparently the woman he swore he would never see again...he saw again....all of her. She called 911 from his phone and did CPR until first responders arrived.

I was sitting in his room trying to inform the millions of people I contacted when I was trying to find him, that he was safe and in ICU. I looked at his phone. He was still deleting text messages, but he forgot to delete his call log.

I left at 530, he texted "Steveo" (number was a match for the one I found in his phone back in July) at 5:32 pm. He hid her number under a male name, so I would not be suspicious. He called her shortly after. Then 911 was called from his phone at 6:06 pm. To sum up... in 36 minutes, he called this woman, invited her over, they both had sex, he had cardiac arrest, and she called 911.

I got mad and texted her, "this is x's wife. He is in ICU. You should know since you left him not breathing on the floor, you nasty piece of trash."

I then googled the number and found her name and a male name associated with it. I looked him up on Facebook and sent him a message of what I was aware of. He sent his phone number. I called him and he confirmed his wife was with my husband. Her husband found out Thursday because she thought my husband was dead and she was devastated. She confessed to her husband.

I spoke to her husband and he was able to fill in some gaps for me...like how my husband never stopped contacting and seeing her, she confessed they had sex twice.

Her and her husband are trying to work it out because they've been together so long, there were no other missteps that he is aware of, and they have two children together. I support that they want to work it out and I'm grateful for the info I received.

Meanwhile, I'm in the middle of a divorce, my husband has severe cognitive impairment and memory deficit from being without oxygen so long. He doesn't have other signs of stroke and they cannot get him to lay still in an MRI because of disorientation and attention issues, so they cannot rule out a stroke.

Today was one week since I found him as a John Doe in the hospital. His brother applied for guardianship for him because he cannot make his own decisions and doesn't understand what is happening. I refused to be his caregiver.

I took this week off of work to help take care of some of his personal business and to be with him. Every day I have to introduce myself to him because he doesn't know me (we've been together 8 years, married 5 years). I changed from saying I was his wife, to saying I was his friend. He is approximately 25 to 30 years in the past. He's aware of us in the room, just can't remember events since the 90s and cannot retain information. He cannot say where he is or how he got there.

I'm 100 percent still moving forward with the divorce, but I still love him and want him to be OK.

He had a defibulator put in yesterday. Today he was stable and they were discussing discharge.

I went up there today to say my final goodbye and cut ties, wishing him well.

It has been a taxing month and I'm just looking for some support and resources.

Thank you for reading.

Wow! You handled this like a pro! Not many women would have gotten it together like you did you should be proud.

Thank you. I have great support people in my life, but it's so hard to move on and keep going. But I guess, what's the alternative? I can't stay with him, I don't want to. Just keep wading through the garbage until I am out of it.

You are very strong... It does sound like a Lifetime movie...my story does too, bee were not married...I despise liars and cheaters...I have company for his health, but do not like his treatment of you....please take care of you..
Giant HUGS