I finally asked all the whys, wheres and whatnot.
We are a year out and getting to asking those questions was hard for me as in some ways, I was afraid of the answers.
I'm glad I have it in writing as I'm pretty sure I'll need to read it over and over again.
The level of confusion and conflict is palpable in his responses. The pain over his behavior is obvious and the level of abject deceit on the OW's part is insane. Like, literally...insane.
I know what it feels like to be carried away in the feelings of freedom and new relationship energy but I also know by now how short lived and unreal all that stuff is once real life intrudes. As I put all the last pieces of the puzzle together, I can see that real life started wrecking havoc pretty quickly for him. It hurts that he got hurt so bad but I know it was exactly what he needed to stop his long term foolishness.
I get angry because I was the only one who deserved to cause him pain over his misdeeds but I didn't get to. She had to cause the pain...so that he could see who she was.
I have to take the high road and it hurts. It leaves me in a place of self righteousness which I hate. Like, yay me for being the 'good' one...when I know good and well that if I'd been bad right along with him, I'd not hurt so bad because the wounds would be spread around more evenly. Or something like that.
On the other hand, I've been bad right along with him many times before and I still got hurt plus it fed his personal tornado of boundary-less selfishness. Ugh...so confusing. I just wish we had come out on the high road together rather than me standing up here waiting for him to be worthy enough to stand beside me again. It's crap.
I hate that our personal magic was erased in my eyes and now, I must decide if I want to find it again or try to continue on without its constant presence. Do I look at him and see only a man? Or do I allow myself to see the wild beastboy I always loved?
I just try to hold to allowing the magic back as it comes but knowing that if anything goes haywire again, he will see the side of me that so many others have experienced though they have hurt me far less. It's ruthless, cutting and seeming without second thought or mercy.
I have my game plan but I hate having to keep it ever in reserve. I guess it's just part of growing up. I saw a post somewhere that read 'the first 40 years of childhood are the hardest' and I'm inclined to agree. Heh
Me: 44 BS
Him: 40 FWS
Ow: 47 head case, no obs
5 DD's: 23, 20, 19, 17, 12
Last D-day: August 2012 with lots of very blurry lines.