I don't post here much. I pretty much spent the first 6mos of our R feeling much as only the BS. We had gone through a year of MrWNW's infidelity, 7mos of what seemed to me a dry adultery, and MrWNW asked me to move out in August '12. I did, and I remember sitting on my porch drinking coffee in the mornings, at peace, not angry, just accepting. I didn't want to hold onto him anymore. I knew it wouldn't be long before I'd see the pictures on Facebook again of his new life, but I was ready for it. I just wanted us both to accept we were different people.
Meanwhile, an old "friend" from high school, actually the older brother of my actual high school friend, had shown interest in me for over a year. He was always so accepting of whatever I wanted, seemed understanding that I didn't want another relationship or anything like that. "You know you've always been like a little sister to me. If that's all you want, I'm ok with that too, just please don't cut me out of your life again. I miss our talks." I do have FOO issues of abandonment, have always pushed every person (other than MrWNW) away in my life, including prolonged periods where I've even cut out my own parents. I spoke with OM for a few days over IM, then a week over the phone, then another week over Facetime, and soon, I was planning an innocent dinner for him here. (LOTS of pushing from friends and family that I needed to "make new friends, live life again".) Of course, that day, his plans got tied up, and he just so happened not to be available to be here until late in the evening around 9pm. I didn't reschedule. (huge CA issues too) MrWNW asks what the hell I thought would happen with his arriving so late, but it truly didn't cross my mind then. OM arrived with a half gallon of vodka and daiquiri mix too, "just in case you like these". MrWNW wants to know what the hell I thought would happen if he was drinking. I really hadn't thought about it. Of course, if he was drinking, I wouldn't want him to drive drunk. He'd need to stay. Well, that EA turned into a PA that night. I was SO sick from it, I was actually afraid I'd vomit on him.
I knew that MrWNW would be hurt if he knew. I still didn't feel I had an A. MrWNW had clearly ended it, had me move, but I knew he wasn't expecting me to move on. (...and I still believed he had been faithful all that year...a new accomplishment for him.) It just seemed unfair after all his hard work, that I would be the first to move on. So I knew I needed to make sure there were clear boundaries with MrWNW, we wouldn't be physical anymore....strictly platonic. However, the very next day, before I'd found the words to tell him, MrWNW arrived, to help with some projects around my new home, handyman stuff, and we were physical. I was too afraid to tell him why we couldn't be, yet I was even more sick than the night before with OM. Now, I didn't even know who I was. I literally was sent by ambulance that night to the hospital with some horrendous stomach virus, extremely dehydrated from vomiting. I wonder now if it was simply my nerves were THAT bad from the ordeal.
There was no going forward with MrWNW. We had sunk that ship. And there was this PhD "kind" long-time friend "considerate" person wanting me in his life. So, before MrWNW had a chance to come here again, I sent a message to him that I did of course still want the good parts of our friendship to remain, but it would HAVE to be platonic, I needed clear boundaries. He immediately smelled foul. He arrived here hurt, cold, distant, to return my things. I begged him to understand, but he asked me if there was another. I didn't deny, but I deflected, enough that that weekend, he drove here, late at night, missing me, believing me alone, wanting to confide in his only true confidante in life, and I couldn't let him in. OM was here. MrWNW's world crashed. I will NEVER forget that look on his face, or the look the next day, or that I still see from time to time.
I know that the first thing that struck me was MrWNW's emotions and expressions. They were raw, true, undeniably familiar to me. He genuinely felt I had had an affair. That I couldn't deny. I chalked it up to a long time of just believing he believed he could always do whatever and I'd never move on. I still didn't understand I had an A. I did, however, truly welcome that for the very first time since my first Dday in Oct '10, he was TRULY remorseful for all the hell I'd walked through with him over the past year and a half. If I needed to accept the madhatter title for us to recover, I could do that....because regardless, it was clear, he would need me to help him heal just as IF I had an actual A. So of course, I've had NC with OM, (and I've truly seen how that all unfolded and have a deep HATRED for OM and have since about 2weeks into our R.) I've respected his triggers, stayed calm while being called some pretty terrible things at first, held him when he needed, etc. I did that for HIS feelings, not because I felt responsible. In fact, I've heinously stated to him several times, my actions HELPED us, that he'd never have reached empathy without it, he'd never have been ready to R, that I'd never have looked OM's way if he hadn't abandoned me again. I'm pretty sure at this point, I am absolute scum of the earth for the words he's endured while dealing with his own remorse of his actions and my piling on guilt for my own actions at the same time.
A month into R, I had my last Dday, where MrWNW gave me full disclosure, confessing to dating sites, affair sites, dates, and 3 PAs over the past year. So that just fueled my sense of justification even further. I've been lost in some victim world for months.
Not until yesterday, almost 7mos into "recovery" did I realize with a force of truth that fell on me like an anvil...... I DID have an affair! Not just because I lied, not just because I let MrWNW in the day after the first encounter with OM, but because no matter what ever happened before, NO ONE deserves an affair, NO ONE, especially this amazing man that has been struggling to handle all my "crazy" over these past several months deserves the true pain he's experienced at my decisions. I was his background person (Susan Anderson term), his security, and on that horrible night in September, I took that from him, and I crashed his reality as he had known. He's been lost in depression for months now, and I've been frustrated, not understanding. Did he deserve for me to stay through his infidelities? No. But I chose to. I chose to allow him to believe I was accepting of him, in whatever state. I did not end it first. I moved on, then once I had my security blanket / backup plan, THEN made a piss poor attempt at cakeeating. In many ways, my A was so much worse because it was an EA too, one that would've taken me from him completely. His PAs were not like that. I had always claimed I'd never be capable....put myself on some pedestal of righteousness. MrWNW believed me, now he struggles to believe anything I ever say. He's lost a tremendous amount of respect for me, although he tries to resume it, and he can barely stand to be in my new home, even after all these months, because he has horrendous mind movies here of me with OM. What a true mess I've caused.
When I talked with MrWNW last night, confessing how I'd been dragging my heals in R, feeling the victim all this time, like I hadn't had an A because he had had so many before, that I had only been going through the motions of his healing because I accepting his feelings as real but hadn't truly felt accountable, I was crying, and ashamed, and I could barely face him. He sat there listening, intently, asking questions occasionally. I waited for him to just totally lose it on me. I had finally realized that my A very well COULD be a dealbreaker for him. He was not obligated to stay just because I had stayed through his. After all these years, MY decision could be the dealbreaker, and I'd need to accept that. I was ready, I deserve that after all I've put him through these past 7mos, and instead what I heard was with conviction....
"I forgive you."
I'm not ready to accept that just yet, as I'm nowhere near ready to forgive myself, and I told him I understand if he wants to take that back later, but I truly am appreciative of the words.
Feels like day one of recovery for me, but I'm ready, and I needed to start with putting my story out here, my accountability, so now, I can move on authentically towards recovering.
[This message edited by windowsnotwalls at 3:49 PM, March 30th (Saturday)]