This has been the week of physical side effects.
We are a little over two months out from d day and have been doing our "work." A lot of self discovery on both our parts, transparency, talking ALOT, etc. I can see that he is dealing with the remorse and it is very hard for him. Wish I could help him more, but I just can't.
I digress.
So we have been doing as well as can be expected- I have been able to breathe, I've made it through a day without crying, and I have even laughed a little. Hope is present, as well as caution, but I feel we have taken some great steps forward.
So... Wednesday morning I wake up feeling off. And then I vomit. Shake it off, shower and tryto go to work. Barely lasted an hour and I am home with what feels like the flu. About half an hour later, he calls- he got sick at work and is headed home. How romantic! So we spend the entire afternoon together, splitting headaches, aching bodies. It was miserable. But I the not so sick moments, we really enjoyed just being together.
Still feeling good emotionally and the illness fades the next day.
Then the nightmares started. For the last three nights, I have woken up from nightmares about the A- crying and trying to hit him- hating him as he tries to comfort me- "it's okay, just a dream" he says, half asleep. EFF you- it wasn't just a dream- that doesn't work anymore. But, I shake off the dream, remember we are in R, and calm down a little. But weird, NOW with nightmares when things are going well?
Then, yesterday, again... All calm and peaceful, getting ready for a day with the kids- I have a full on anxiety attack. Drops me to my knees, heart pounding through my chest, hurts so bad my back teeth are aching and I can't sit up. Haven't had one of these in years, and never this intense.
He laid me down, put his hand on my heart and rubbed my shoulders until my heart stopped trying to jump out of my chest and throat. I could see he was scared. I could see he felt so guilty.
It's been hard these past few days, because its been good. I don't fear hell cheat again. Maybe he will someday- I have no idea. And I can't stop it if he does. But this stage, where he feels so much remorse, is hard for me. I feel disconnected when we are not talking about some aspect of the A- not details but just "taking" about stuff. When we talk and discover, it's great. But I just feel weird during all the other times. Like maybe we are faking it. I am happy to be with him, it's just .... Weird now. How do I accept my new role now that he is discovering all these ways he treated me poorly for years and especially more recently. Do I just say, "I'm glad you acknowledge it" and move on? What do we DO with it?
I am just babbling now. Lately I have brought my babblings to him, and he is so receptive. But this one is so disjointed, I wouldn't even know how to talk about it. Because I can't even pinpoint what's going on.
Aaa argh. Thanks for listening. Not sure what I was looking for, but had to get the thoughts out.