I must say that I applaud you all for being so open about your personal struggles. It takes a lot of heart and guts to do that.
I am obviously here for the same reason. I've read all of the comments from anger, to resentment, to moving forward. I understand your pain. My man and I have been together for over 10 years. Not married (that's my choice). He is an amazing man. He will work himself under the table to make sure I am happy. We started out as friends with plenty of benefits. I wasn't looking to be tied down because I was still young and in college (38 years old now). He insisted that he would wait for me until I was ready for a relationship. I know that may sound like a fairytale but, the grass was not greener on my side. Because he waited, he missed out on a lot of relationships that he could have learned from. By the time I was ready to settle down, I was a Mother of 2 girls and was not ready to train and nurture a grown man. My Mother is a nurse which was a blessing to me and a curse for my partner. I am anal about health and hygiene. If I sneeze and it is abnormal, I am going to have that checked out...lol. He is very different. Both of his parents passed away at an early age and he missed out on a lot that we would consider to be common sense. That's where my situation becomes difficult. I feel as though I have taken on a nurturing role when it comes to him.
I was abused as a child so I didn't really have sex so freely. I can actually go years without it and it would not even phase me. We were physical for 6 years before we stopped using condoms. He was always there for me and my girls and money was never an issue and I truly trusted him. When I was diagnosed with herpes, the room just turned black and grew silent. I was speechless, hurt, angry, confused, and I instantly felt dirty. When he got off from work I wanted to politely choke him out. Yes, I knew that he was asymptomatic but, if he was getting a thorough examination every year, he would know...symptom or not. Our sex life was poetic. And now the thought of sex or affection with him makes me want to vomit. O feel as though he betrayed me. Feeling like I am stuck between a rock and a hard place. He wasn't taught these things coming up but, it's not my job to train him. We are both adults and he is older than I am. He is still very much attracted to me physically but my physical attraction has gone down the drain. With so many years invested, how do you stay in the relationship? When he has always been the bread winner, how do you walk away? How do you transition from love to disgust and then back to love? I am an adult and I can't remember the last time I felt so empty and confused. His good outweigh his bad but he embarked on a HUGE deal breaker for me. A man's pride and ego should never get in the way of making such poor decisions when it comes to your health. One minute I want to cry and the next minute I want to punch him. Is it really worth staying?