Great question. I'll try to be as succinct as possible so as not to take over PL's thread. I tend to ramble.
I told myself I was being very realistic about the likely outcome and the consequences. I knew I'd likely get caught, even if I blustered that I could get away with it. I knew it would mean D. I knew I'd lose friends & his family; I knew mine would be shocked and horrified and disgusted. All of which, as it happened, did come to pass.
What I didn't factor in, and where the "fantasyland" aspect of my A came into play, was how I'd feel about it when it actually happened. I was devastated. Rocked to the core. I came here to SI 2 days after D-day a sniveling, self-pitying snot-nosed mess. It was gross. It all hit me at once: how low I had sunk. How little integrity I had. How little basic pride I had in myself, that I would basically have an affair pretty much out in the open, advertising myself basically as a slut while wearing a wedding ring and blatantly disrespecting the man who put it on my finger. How I was suddenly exposed to every single person in my life as a liar and an adulterer. How much I would actually miss the life I purported to care nothing about. That was all before confrontation (long story short, I found out that my XH knew about the A while I was at work, before we spoke about it).
And then, I saw what it had done to my XH. Going back to the fantasy affair narrative, I had constructed in my mind a completely different reaction that he would have when this all came to light. Oh, I knew he would be angry; furious even. But I hadn't predicted that he would be so hurt. I saw him cry for only the third time in our relationship; the other two being when his dog died and when his father died. Before (during the A), in my mind it was as if an abstract object---the affair---was causing him pain. All those times I ignored him to text OM, those times I lied to him about where I was, etc.? That was "the affair" that was doing it. It was a self-mind-fuck of a way to absolve myself of responsibility and to avoid blame. It wasn't ME...it was "the affair." Seeing his pain stopped me in my tracks, and I could no longer dodge, deflect, minimize, blameshift. It WAS ME. I had done this. TO HIM. There was nowhere else to look, to point to, to hide behind.
So. Following all that, I had a decision. My M was over; I would be a free woman, as it turned out, in exactly two months and 8 days from D-day (edited to correct the timeframe; apparently I can't add). I could continue with the OM, wrap myself up in the bubble, and see where it led. Or, I could choose differently. They say the definition of insanity is to continue the same behavior while expecting different results. I chose differently.
I didn't want to continue with the OM for 3 main reasons:
1.) I was humiliated and embarrassed at what I had done. I knew this humiliation and embarrassment would continue on, even if our affair became a relationship, because of how it started. I knew it would make a stain that could never be erased. The OM tried to convince me otherwise. "It goes away," he said. "It'll be OK." But I felt otherwise and just couldn't do it.
2.) It would further disrespect my XH and I was D-O-N-E doing that. Many if not most of my immediate post-D-day decisions such as how quickly I would move out, how amicable the D proceedings would be from my end, whom I would tell about why we were divorcing and how much detail I would give, etc. were all made with that in mind. Certainly I would not continue to rub salt in the wound by "riding off into the sunset"
with the OM.
3.) I finally got it through my head that the OM was a liar and an interloper and was not and wouldn't be remorseful for it. His only sorrow was that I had been hurt in the whole deal and that was it. He didn't give a crap about my XH---he and our marriage were simply not his problem. I saw him as an opportunist who wanted what he wanted, anyone else be damned. And yes, I was exactly the same way---the difference was, I wanted to change; he did not. And what would happen if we DID embark on our grand love affair of the ages and he decided he wanted someone else? What would stop him from doing the same to me? Nothing, that I saw.
I fear I rambled again, but I hope that provides some insight.
[This message edited by heartbroken0903 at 10:54 AM, July 3rd (Wednesday)]