After feeling wild and irrational pain and extreme alertness for about three months I experienced a sudden calm on Sunday.
For the last three days I have felt calm, rational and hurt. For the first time I thought of abandoning R. I felt that I would never be able to accept the A no matter how much I love my W.
Then this evening, I have been feeling a deep, deep pain. I know it sounds silly, but it's like my soul is in pain.
After going to the gym three of the past four nights I feel like I have no energy.
Then I found a letter my WW wrote under some stuff on the kitchen table. I read it. I figured if she cheated on me, I get to read whatever she writes — I would never have read the letter before the A.
Turns out, the letter is unfinished and meant for me. It's an "amends" letter. In it she apologizes for the A, including for specific things she knows I need to hear, such as, she's sorry she ever met the OM, she's sorry that he's a co-worker because she got to her dream job with my support and so on.
She's usually really good about writing on a straight line, but the writing is slanted, like it was emotional and difficult for her to write it.
She's asleep and doesn't know I read it.
On Saturday the two of us are going on vacation for a week at a resort. Paying for MC is killing our savings, but we thought it was worth it. I was scared of what that was going to be like, but this letter gave me a little bit of a boost. It makes me want to forgive again.
I'm not fishing for advice with this post, I just wanted to share the experience. As a bonus, the cat is hanging out with me and we're buddies again.
We don't have children yet and treat the cat pretty well. Ironically, I believe my WW brought the OM here to show him the cat.
I found out about the A because the OM gave her a card with a cat on the front. She liked the cat and kept the card. I found it while doing our taxes.
For the first 2.5 months after d-day I couldn't warm up to the poor cat. I felt like he was in on it. I know, I know, that's crazy.
The poor cat never received as little attention as he did over those first 2.5 months. I imagine that's what happens to children of divorced parents (I'm one).
Then I went away for a week for work. When I came back the cat still came to the door to greet me like he's always done. I picked him up and felt his little heart and we were back to being buddies again.
No, I'm not drinking — just having a weird emotional night by myself (and the cat, he's behind the laptop) while posting on SI and reading Co-dependent No More.
I hope we can stick through R. We were good together.