I looked at heartbroken0903 post on "wedding rings - BS and WS replies welcome" today and found myself softly crying at the end of it. It wasn’t so much as to what was written down on the post but for what the question of “rings” means to me and my own circumstances.
Reading this post served to remind me that each and every day has the potential to expose some other facet of life that has been negatively affected by the A. Today, this post hit hard and the more I read and think about it, the more I wanted to sit and cry.
It’s not the first post on wedding rings that I have read on SI in the past 6 months but for whatever reason, today, the light went on and I had one of those WS moments. You know what I mean. It’s that moment in time when you have this sudden revelation about the affair and how you fucked up your whole life for something meaningless. I find that those “sudden realizations” seem to sneak up on you and wham; there you are, suddenly coming face to face with the full implications and impact of your actions. Reality hitting home with a vengeance.
I think that as I read this today, it finally dawned on me that I might never see my wife wearing her wedding ring again, even if we achieve R.
In reality, I didn’t wear my rings for the first 15 years of marriage because as a blue collar worker, rings represent a significant hand injury risk factor. And so, after the honeymoon, I put my wedding ring on my key chain and carried it that way.
My wife on the other hand always wore hers. She wore it proudly for 23 years but like many other BS’s, she took them off shortly after d-day. I know that taking off the rings is a common practice but I think the particular circumstances that exist in my A as compared to most others means that I face a greater uphill battle in ever thinking that one day, she might consent to wear it ever again.
I think that I ignored facing or thinking about this subject in the past months simply because I feel that there is simply no sense in ever thinking about or raising this subject. This is all related to the reason that my wife removed her rings. You see, see didn’t take them off because of the A itself, she took them off because of something which I wrote to the AP during the A.
They say that confession is good for the soul and so, I am opening up a part of the affair that is difficult to face and admit to. This is part of the ‘snake pit” that WS’s must face. A very ugly side of the affair that I desperately wish was not the ugly truth.
MY BS wrote to me the following letter a month after D day.
Honey, in one of your letters to the AP, you wrote that ““I have my fingers crossed, hoping that somehow, in some fashion, a miracle happens. Maybe I go home and my wife tells me that she wants to leave me. Maybe she dies in a car accident, maybe …
As I read them, I know that there is no dressing up these words with a nice meaning. The meaning and intent/wish is clearly written; there is no double meaning. I was devastated and again I came close to getting into the car and making your wish come true
It’s you wishing me dead that lead me to take off my rings. How could you make such a statement? It hit me that in all the emails and chats I've read from that period of time, you were able to declare your undying love for her without any hesitation, and that you could talk about a future with her without even thinking much about me… wishing me dead, even. How could I not make a decision to take them off at that moment?
Taking off my rings doesn’t mean that "I don't want to be married to you anymore" or that I don't want to work on our marriage but more as a reminder that I have to be an individual or I am an individual and I need to stand on my own and not only as the "other half" of you because I may not always be that. Being the other half of you was always the only thing I ever wanted and I was more than happy being that. I am now grieving that loss. Being two halves to make one was why our marriage was successful; at least that’s what I thought. Obviously, you did not.
That is my madness. It’s my lunacy and insanity coming around to bite me in the ass. It’s beyond being shameful and it’s beyond vile. How could I have ever said these words? You can’t ever imagine or envisage how depraved one has to be to write these words. I wrote them and I can’t even imagine how these words came from my lips. Shame and guilt and self-loathing are my boon companions.
If I only read the last paragraph of her letter, I confess that perhaps I can see and have some hope that one day, perhaps she might consider putting another new ring on her finger but each time that I recall the words I wrote in the first paragraphs, I know that this will never happen. I am afraid that my BS will never forget and how can I blame her? My behaviour and my words condemn me to be lower than scum.
New rings? I don’t think that they are on the agenda and perhaps may never be. I don’t think she will ever be able to separate my hateful words and the rings in her mind. I think the words wedding rings will forever bring back those hateful words and will forever bring back the painful memories of how I once wrote that I wished her dead so I could start a life with the AP.
Every time I read this letter from my BS again (at least monthly), it revolts me more than it did the time before. It’s unimaginable that she had enough love within her breast to even give me a second chance. And if that act of grace is unbelievable, then the mere word impossible seems to be the only word to describe the chance that she would ever accept a ring form me again.
Regardless of my remorse or anything else I do or say, I am utterly incapable of seeing how she can find the love to move beyond this. I don't think that she will but I do pray that she will. After all, she has already done the improbable already when she didn’t walk away on d-day. Perhaps angels do visit us mere mortals once a while but on a day like today, when my heart is heavy with shame and dishonour for my loathsome acts and reprehensible words, how can I ever dream of or hope for a day when the mere mention of wedding rings will not trigger anything but rage and anger and betrayal.
Should I ever talk about rings and what we should do with the old or should we buy new ones? No, I just don’t think that this is the time and place. Nope, better to keep my mouth shut for now and not even dream of it. Maybe, a nice diamond and emerald butterfly broach instead?
LoveFantasy, I am forever sorry that I ever thought of, much less expressed anything so vile and incomprehensible to you. I was crazy and out of my mind. I am sane now and I recant everything I ever said to her and in particular, for these hatful words. I know that I am in love with you and that she is meaningless to me. You may never want another wedding ring after I tainted the first ones but as God is my witness, my new commitment to you is not based on a circle of gold. It is based on my heart and my soul and they are yours forever now. I love you.
HUFI
Wisdom from Gamine - Make a decision and discipline yourself not to waver. Don't be someone who stands for nothing. Stand for what you decide and back it with the full force of your character and conviction. Decide. Choose. Commit. Period.
[This message edited by HUFI-PUFI at 1:24 PM, March 11th (Thursday)]