Did you forgive your spouse after a relapse or second DDay? third DDay? What made you give another chance?
Another chance and forgiveness are two different things to me. The second chance was to see if he could change (he could not) and to see if I could forgive (I did not).
Dday-2 was after a year of false R (same married co-worker AP, just taken underground). I informed the OBS (who also worked with them), was begged and plead with to give him another chance, and I decided that, due to work, I could not just move out so I would wait and watch and see if we could work towards R at that time (I had been out of work for awhile and had literally had my first day of a new job w/a 2 year contract when d-day2 happened so I hadn't even gotten my first pay check yet).
Dday-3 was 6 months after d-day2. It was after 3 months of trying to deal with each other to see if I was willing to consider R (he started IC, etc) and then 3 months of false R again (same married coworker AP, still underground). At that point, I knew it was pointless and I switched to in-house IHC. He claimed that he still wanted to R but he didn't really want to I don't think. I think his pretending was a combination of his own guilt, shame, and total unknowing what to do.
When did you stop?
I stopped really thinking about it a year after d-day2 (2 years after the initial discovery of the A, I'm embarrassed to say). We were living in IHC weird limbo, with me waiting out my term of work, and it was fucking miserable...and so long as I pretended to be friends with my WH and we were like roommate/buddies he was okay with my being here. Basically so long as I rug swept he was relatively happy with me. It just got to where I couldn't play that game anymore, so I told him that I just needed to stop and detach from his life and he said that he wanted me to move out as he didn't "want to try anymore". So I was left with feeling like I was lied to and cheated on multiple times, and that he could not give me the respect to have a place to live and get my finances in order if I could not play nice with him all the time.
That was it. So, the decision was his really - cheated on, false Red twice, and dumped. Of course I still live here, and he has since changed his mind (he wants me to stay, wants to R, etc but has not changed much, at least as to WHY he did this)...but I think it was when he said he was done last year that something permanently changed in me. I was able to grieve it for what it was - and limbo was done for me - now the "limbo" is his and not mine. Unless this virus changes my work situation I will be leaving for good in 5 months time, and in all likelihood I will never see him again. It's a weird thing to think about and I'll admit that it makes me sad, even now, but there is no doubt that in order to look out for myself, I have to leave him. He poisoned this place and our relationship to the point that repairing it, if that is even possible, is too much for me. I've given too much and he's taken too much.
I don't know if that answered your question...short answer...I "stopped" after being lied to and kicked in the teeth for 1.5 years of false R and a 6 month A before that.
[This message edited by ThisIsSoLonely at 8:48 AM, April 28th (Tuesday)]