Do you also sometimes get just really……tired of this? I am SO tired of being a BS. I just want to get on a cruise ship or something and drift away from it all, sip a cocktail, make that a few, and not even THINK about any of this. I’m exhausted. And I’m sitting here all alone having a mammoth pity party. Welcome! Do come in!
I am sure you’re sitting on the edge of your seat wanting me to tell you what I am tired of, so I will:
I am tired of having to learn about all these things that I never even knew existed – cognitive dissonance (what the heck IS that? and please tell me I am not the only one still battling to figure it out – I’m feeling fragile here!) dependent personality, passive-aggressive, compartmentalisation, co-dependency…. All this stuff.
I am tired of all the books. “Not Just Friends” (while I’m at it let me just put it out there, there were some things about that book that reaaaaally bugged me.)”My Husbands Affair became the best thing that ever Happened to Me”, ”How to Help your spouse heal”, “Getting Past Your Break-up” <=(he clearly wasn’t doing much to help me heal when I felt I needed this one!), “Getting Past the Affair”, “Relationship Rescue”, Co-dependent No More, “Love is a Choice”, “After the Affair”, "Transcending Post Infidelity Stress Disorder"…. The online book-stores are doing GREAT out of this! I’ve read them all. I feel like I could get my Phd in Infidelity.
I am tired of the confusion. Do I love him? Yes. Do I hate him? Yes. Do I want to stay married? Is that a trick question? Can I phone a friend? Depends what day of the week it is…
I am even tired of the abbreviations. Be honest, who knew FOO? Just when I have my head around DD (=darling daughter) it becomes DD (=D-Day) PA… I truly believed that all these people were doing their Personal Assistants when I first got here!
I am tired of feeling…humbled. I have no doubt you are simply dying to know why I feel humbled, so I will do the charitable thing and enlighten you:
I am humbled by the fact that a small part of me still feels that I wasn’t good enough for my husband. I feel like I failed at being a wife. (And I KNOW it had nothing to do with me..yadda, yadda, yadda… but still….)
I am humbled by the fact that I have become THAT person…. The one the neighbours hear having screaming matches
I am humbled by the fact that I, little timid me? surely not!, slapped my husband on two occasions. Heaven knows I never dreamed I would be THAT person.
I am humbled by what other people think.
I am humbled by the fact that I lost SO much weight on the infidelity diet and I was looking GOOD and everyone was talking about it and now… the weight is slowly climbing back on and I just don’t have the... energy? Wherewithal? Desire?...to stop it.
I am humbled by the fact that I lost so much hair. (stress related hair loss, who knew it even existed?) My hairdresser is very creative and has almost managed to make it look like I still have hair… but let’s be honest, about a third of it is just. Gone.
I am humbled by the fact that every now and again I post stuff here on SI where I make it sound like I have this all together, where I sound quite “know it all”… like I have a clue what I am doing….like I CAN do this…. Only to realise hours/days later that I really have NO IDEA what I am doing, that I have SO not got a handle on any of this and that I really don’t know if I can do what is required of me at all…. It’s VERY humbling and horribly cringe-making too.
I am humbled by how much work I need to do on ME. By how much work still needs to be done. By how much of my thinking has been seriously messed up for such a very long time, without me even knowing it.
I am humbled when I read of others who are 6 months/9 months/11 months out and they are doing FABULOUSLY… they are having romantic date nights, passionate sex, deep meaningful conversations…. They are NAILING it. And here I sit…. Well let’s just say at this point I do not feel like an over-achiever in ANY of those areas….
I am also humbled by the only living person I have communicated with who is also a BS (not to say that any of you are dead, just that you are not right here in my living-room, a living, breathing being as it were) My eldest daughter kindly introduced me to a lovely woman from her church, who is a BS. They are reconciled. Her D-Day was just over two years ago. She is without a doubt a saint. She exudes peace, acceptance, calm and love from every pore. I want to wring her neck… I am THAT person, the one who wants to wring the neck of a lovely, kind, gracious, gentle lady who has been nothing but sweet to me.
What is wrong with me?? Why am I finding this so HARD? Why can I not get over it already? Or at least feel that I am getting somewhere? It’s 10 months people. I am officially an infidelity toddler. Not a babe in arms anymore. Why am I being such a cry-baby tonight??
Slap me. Talk some sense into me. Better yet, send me on a cruise. And I want the pretty frou-frou drink with the umbrella please. And keep them coming!