My World Is Coming To An End

My story is bizarre but sadly true. I’ve been married to the woman of my dreams for a decade. We have two wonderful daughters and had a great life together. However, a couple of years ago, I became suspicious that my wife was having an affair.

My suspicions started when my wife said she was visiting a friend one evening who subsequently rang wanting to speak to my wife; when home she explained that when driving to see her friend, she had popped in to see her father and stayed there instead. Her father later inadvertently confirmed this.

Several months later she came home drunk from a night out with work, I undressed her, and her panties were full of a substance I suspected was sperm. I kept the panties and got a testing kit from the internet; the black spots confirmed my suspicions. I was gutted.

I hired a private investigator, who, for several months, turned up nothing. She went to work, went shopping, had coffee with female friends and visited her father. I spent ten thousand dollars to discover nothing. I put it down to a one-night stand, and as I once strayed on a sales conference early in my marriage, I decided to let it go.

Two months ago, my world was shattered. The private investigator contacted me again. I had dispensed with his services, so I was surprised to hear from him again. During the conversation, he explained that he had been working for another client and had seen my wife and her father in a restaurant. I remember thinking, “So what” He said that he had seen her passionately kissing her father in the car park. They both left in separate cars. I called him a “sick bastard” and hung up. Two days later, I thought better of it and rang him back, agreeing to more surveillance. My head was all over the place, she was close to her father, but I couldn’t believe it was more than just a close father-daughter relationship.

Last month the PI gave me both photographic and video evidence that my wife is having a sexual relationship with her father; there is absolutely no doubt about it. I threw up, cried, and got angry.

I still haven’t confronted her. Our life hasn’t changed, although having sex with her did take on a new dynamic. I’m sure the relationship with her father has been going on throughout our marriage. There were tell-tale signs I had missed, but now they made sense. I love her, and this seems unreal. Stuff like this doesn’t happen to normal families like us. I know I’m in denial, but I have no clue what to do. I think of my daughters, and it turns my stomach the thought of doing anything sexual with them. How could he do that to his daughter, and how could she do that with her father? It’s all horrible and gross.

I suspect I will have to leave her, but that would mean leaving my daughters with a sexual deviant; men always lose out in a divorce, and we become monsters. I’m so confused.