Just posting to be heard.
I wrote a letter to FWW that I won't send. The thoughts have been getting increasingly more confusing. Trying to decide how to get to the best place given the multitude of varying (and often conflicting)circumstances. Not as mad, but more lost than ever.
Dear FWW,
I’m not over your affairs, not by a country mile. In fact, I don’t think I ever will be. But I can say the obsessive thinking about it has subsided. I no longer want to “punish” you for it or kill the other men. I no longer think you are a bad person, but a person who is human and found yourself in a bad place emotionally and made terrible decisions.
What follows is 100% honesty, minimally filtered as to not hurt anymore that it probably will. Most of this you already “know” but I haven’t been man enough to tell you before.
I angry with you for unilaterally ensuring I will not have the life I always strove for. The live “happily (or at least happiest) ever after” is gone. If the future sees us in rocking chairs on the front porch into our eighties, you have to know that my happiness will not be as great as it would have been had you not invited other men into our life and your heart and body. Just the same, separation and divorce would get me no closer to happily ever after. I’m pretty sure I would be further away even. Between the loss of shared memories and intact nuclear family, it would have to be.
I wish you could change. I don’t think you’ll ever cheat again (said at this point in time). But there is a limit to the type of person you can be. I don’t think you can ever be the type of mother I want for the kids. You are not a bad mother…actually a good mother. But, gently, you are not a great mother. It’s not your fault. You have terrible role models and a limited set of resources to get better. And I don’t want you to try. By improving your mothering, you will be sacrificing the improvements you made in being a spouse. You just weren’t designed to do it all.
So this is where I’m stuck. I’m resolving the two:
1. You can’t be my (and our family’s) everything
2. My heart has hardened due to your decision to forever affect my happiness (by giving it temporarily to two disgusting humans)
I understand the weakness that led to #2 and applaud you for your effort to fix that weakness. You really are becoming a better “you” and wife to me. It’s a shame I have to admit this, but I could actually forgive (and almost forget) #2…if #1 wasn’t there.
And vice versa. I’m a reasonable and realistic person. #1 was always there. It’s there for most everyone in every marriage that didn’t come from a fairy tale. I intellectually realize that you can’t be 100% the wife that I want. Would I like it if you were a great cook? Would it be cool if you had an eye for interior design? Would it make me proud to see you help DD with her algebra? The answer to all of these is yes, of course. But relearning algebra to help DD would mean how many fewer hours in the bedroom with me? I apologize for making you feel inferior over the years due to #1, but I have to honestly say, it’s always been there and always will be. But…in light of #2…#1 has been nagging at me since the immediate trauma of your last affair subsided.
I find that I judge you more harshly now. It makes me sick to my stomach. When I think about your mistakes or shortcomings I shake my head instinctively out of disappointment. Before the As, the shake of my head was about frustration with a reserved hope that you could eventually get there. But now it’s the disappointment of believing you never will.
I’m not entirely certain as to the point of this letter. I’m just trying to sort out the thoughts that clutter my head space. If there is a point it is to make you aware of the honest truth that I still have a LOT that I’m trying to resolve about our life. Both the past 16 years and however many we both may live into the future.
And you know I HATE to give example because that’s where you tend to focus, but I will provide one recent one for you. You had me expecting a BJ when you got home from work yesterday. But after my conversation with DD (before you got home) I knew I had to talk to you about a parenting conflict that we had to resolve. Not only did the conflict not get resolved, but you made me feel like a jerk by bringing it up (even though I did it in the most gently way I knew)…and to a lesser extent…no BJ. Then you went to bed soundly and I stayed up in a hateful mood to write in my journal.
MM