I posted again and we did break up... because I'm not a "pathetic puddle of a woman" and this is where I'm saying I've had enough. I know I can't be with him anymore and still respect myself as a human being.
I'm just disgusted with him, I can't eat or sleep or think.
You said there was no romance... it couldn't be farther from the truth. He was always taking me out, planning romantic days. When I was sick or sad or anything, he would go out of his way and out of his budget to right things, to make me feel better. Every night before he went to sleep he would call and leave me a voicemail that would just go on and on about how important I am to him. Literally every night, even if we'd been fighting. We had conversations where we both confided secrets that not even our best friends know. We have fun together, we constantly laugh. Our sex life was wonderful as well.
It just kills me that I feel like his dishonesty is the one thing keeping me from the love of my life. I keep asking him why he did it and his only answer is that he was scared to tell me. But how can he still be scared of that when I'm holding him and looking him in the eye and saying "we'll work through ANYTHING as long you're honest with me"? I put myself out there, stretched way farther than was reasonable in an effort to trust him. And I got nothing.
What mostly confuses me is that sometimes he'll tell me the truth. And then I'll find out that he lied to me about the same thing he told me the truth about.
We talked last night and I was pretty mean to him. He's a complete wreck, he keeps just telling me that he misses me and he loves me but I didn't deserve to be lied to. He still insists that he never cheated on me. I just don't know what to believe. He can tell me that all he wants, and it could be true. But I'd still have to be an idiot to believe it.
This is just so hard. I really, really miss him. I wish there was some magical way to just KNOW exactly what happened and KNOW that he'll never lie to me again. If only. :/