2 years and 9 months ago, I married a man that seemed to be in every ministry possible, was wonderful with kids, goofy, sweet, and seemed very innocent. Once we got married, he let everything go/showed his true colors...extremely lustful for other women and very obvious about it (has to wipe his saliva, touch himself, stare, and/or thrust)...masturbates in bed right beside me, and the only thing left of him is goofy and wonderful with our daughter. To add to it, I moved to his country (from the US to Australia), and had a beautiful baby girl with him. He also uses a tone with me often, out of annoyance, for things like not hearing him or understanding what he means the first time. When I ask him to spend time with me or cuddle, he acts annoyed. For the past 6 months, I've noticed a novel-length list of appearances of him cheating. I've asked him lots of questions along the way, and would get all kinds of answers, with him denying doing anything. Then, he told his mom I was accusing him of cheating, and twisted a bunch of other things that I've said in the past, making me look like a mental person. Such as, I have mentioned feeling uncomfortable around different men for good reasons, like staring at my chest, etc., and he just mentioned some names, not the actions, and said I was accusing everyone of lusting after me. It was obvious to me that he was trying to make me look like a nut, so he could cover himself, in case I ever mentioned anything to his family.
I have been stiff-armed by his family, relatives, etc., he's made me out to look like such a fruitcake-some were offended by who I'd said I felt uncomfortable around, some are afraid they'll be accused next...
The thing that really hurts is even after his mom started repeating things, he still kept going to her and telling her stuff.
And now, things have been confirmed that he has been cheating...I found a wad of long black hairs (that looked like they'd been taken out of the shower drain) and asked him about them, and all he could say is, I'm not going to the park (as we were about to do). And when I asked why, he said, I feel yucky now. There must have been at least 4-6 different women, because that's how many different types/colors of hairs I've been finding around the house.
I feel so sick to my stomach and broken. I don't want him anymore, but I feel that the right thing, the Christian thing, to do would be to try to get marriage healing. Especially since I have a beautiful little girl who loves her daddy, and needs him every day.
Please, any words of support, advice of how to cope, or personal experiences that you can relate to...