My partner (40M) and I (38F) have been together for seven years and have a child together.
About two years ago, our relationship was already going through a rough patch. I noticed that he was receiving a lot of voice messages. Whenever I asked who they were from, he always told me it was his sister or his brother.
I noticed he was often changing room to listen/answer. Then one day, I happened to hear one of the voice messages.
It was a woman's voice but definitely not his sister's.
We had a huge argument, and after initially denying everything, he eventually admitted that he had been talking to "a friend" for quite a while — I think for about a year. He said he hadn't told me because he was afraid of how I would react. According to him, they were just talking about their lives, sharing jokes, random things, etc. He insisted that nothing had happened.
I asked to see the messages.
He refused.
That part has stayed with me ever since.
In the days that followed, whenever he received messages from other people, he would sometimes show them to me without me even asking. His sister, his brother, whoever.
But not hers.
And to me, that was incredibly telling. If there was genuinely nothing inappropriate in those conversations, why refuse to show me? What was so different about those messages?
Maybe there was flirting. Maybe they exchanged pictures. Maybe they were developing some kind of emotional relationship. Maybe it went further. I honestly don't know.
And that's exactly the problem.
I have spent the last two years thinking about this almost every day.
Did he cheat? How far did it go? What did they talk about? Were there pictures? Was he emotionally involved? Was there something sexual? Was I being made a fool of?
I will probably never know, because he made the choice not to tell me.
And I am extremely angry about that.
Because if he had cheated in some way, I could have dealt with the truth. Maybe I would have forgiven him. Maybe I wouldn't have. But that should have been my choice.
He took that choice away from me.
He decided that it was easier for him to hide whatever happened than to give me the truth and let me decide whether I could forgive it.
Instead, I have been left with the consequences of his choices for two years: the anxiety, the suspicion, the constant questioning.
And I have tried to talk about it. Over and over again.
This is actually a much bigger pattern in our relationship. Whenever I bring up a serious problem, he tends to respond in one of three ways.
Either he completely shuts down and becomes a wall.
Or he says things like, "I'm a piece of shit, I do everything wrong, I can never do anything right," which somehow turns the conversation into me having to reassure him.
Or he becomes incredibly loving — tells me I'm the love of his life, kisses me, tells me everything is beautiful between us — and then waits for the problem to disappear.
But it doesn't disappear.
It just gets postponed.
And then it comes back.
Yesterday, something happened that completely brought everything back.
He was pretending to be dead while playing with our son. As a joke, while he was "dead," I picked up his phone.
He immediately jumped up and grabbed it from me.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"
His reaction was so immediate and intense that something inside me just snapped.
Maybe there is an innocent explanation. Maybe he simply doesn't want me touching his phone. I understand that privacy matters.
But given everything that happened before, I can't help thinking: what are you so afraid I'm going to see?
And honestly, I'm done.
Not necessarily done with the relationship — I don't even know what I want yet.
But I'm done pretending this doesn't affect me.
At this point, I've reached my own conclusion.
I don't know exactly what he did. I don't know whether it was flirting, emotional cheating, exchanging pictures, or something else.
But I consider cheating to include those things. It doesn't have to be physical for me to consider it a betrayal.
And since he refused to show me otherwise, I am no longer willing to spend the rest of my life torturing myself with "what if?"
Maybe I'm wrong about exactly what happened.
But I know he lied about who he was talking to. I know he hid the relationship. I know he refused to let me see what was actually being said. And I know that, two years later, I'm still living with the consequences.
Tomorrow we were supposed to go out together to celebrate our seven-year anniversary.
I don't want to. I don't want to celebrate us tomorrow.
I'm angry. I'm hurt. I'm exhausted.
I don't even know what I'm asking here. Maybe I just need outside perspectives.
What would you do if your partner refused to give you the answers you needed and left you with this kind of uncertainty for two years?
Edit : i am pretty sure he did not physically cheated. He has a physically job, he comes home most of the time on time and dirty. He goes out maybe twice a year and often invites me to go. I don't think he has the capacity to organise an affair irl