Ronnie and I had a difficult marriage, mostly because of her serial cheating. I was in the unfortunate place where I was convinced myself to forego divorce in order to stay until the children were grown. My motives were financial as well as parental. All I asked for was for her to be discreet. I didn't get my wish unless the definitions of discreet and flaunt are closer together than I think. I don't remember how many times I heard someone ask me, "Did you know that your wife is . . . " or "Guess who I saw come out of the Motel 6 with another man?" I would thank them for their concern. I'm sure they considered me a wimpy cuckold.
How could I exist being in a household with a slut for a wife? It wasn't easy. One thing I kept in mind was that I would be divorced at about age 45 which left me time for a life and maybe a second wife. I focused on my being the only responsible parent to two girls. The hardest thing was to protect them from their mother's reputation. Once both became teenagers, I told them what their mother was doing and why I stayed. Several times they begged me to divorce for my sake. I couldn't but I helped them develop responses to the comments they heard about their mother. The biggest problem was the guys expected them to be easy fucks like Ronnie. So, they did not date much in high school. They decided to wait until college where no one knew about their mother.
Ronnie was delusional, probably rating an official diagnosis under the DSM for mental illnesses. She thought that men were attracted to her because she was so gorgeous rather than that she was so easy. Ronnie would tell people that we had an open marriage and I approved of her lifestyle. When people asked if I had a woman I screwed on the side, she would say that her times with me were fulfilling enough to keep me satisfied. She actually did periodically want to fuck me. Sometimes she even confessed she was sorry and wanted to go back to being a good wife and mother, but those feelings never lasted. When we did have sex, I was sure to wear a condom. Her only breaks from sex were when she had a STD in the process of being cured.
I got a break financially after the first time she was named in an Alienation of Affection lawsuit. I was able to convince her that she needed to let everything of value be in my name so any likely future suits would be unsuccessful. It wasn't that unfair because my money is what paid most of the bills. She used her salary to pay for her lifestyle. Sometimes I regretted that she was a slut and not a whore. We could have used the money.
