Another question here. WW and I are trying to find a MC and both of us are also committed to IC (she’d been going up until a year or two ago; I’ve done several years of therapy, but haven’t been in any IC for about eight years), and the sooner the better as far as I’m concerned. I am confident that WW really does feel remorseful and wants to stay within the terms we agreed to post DDay. But I don’t have the luxury of these clear, uncertain terms to tide ME over to a point where I can rely on some kind of third voice for mediation other than this forum (which I am incredibly grateful I came across… among other things I surely would have totally foobared the DDay and confrontation over the affair if I hadn’t found some really helpful advice as things began to unfold—in fact, as will become clear, I was well on my way to doing almost everything wrong before I found this site).
One part of the problem is the situation surrounding the discovery. I’ll try to shorten this as much as I can, but I’m so confused that I don’t even know how to tell the story. I hope you’ll bear with me though, because I could really use some help.
Recently (last six months) I’d been aware of growing problems in our marriage (of nine years—we’ve been together for more than twelve). Some of this was familiar since there were elements in common with problems back in 2010. Back then, I was a total pain in the ass for my spouse to live with. Stressed out at work, hyper-critical (that’s the FOO I have to bear… kind of a perfectionist, and trained well by my parents to be a critical hard-edged person with unreasonably high standards for myself and… though I try not to be overbearing with others have certainly been guilty of this on a number of occasions… I just try to monitor the best I can, but I definitely slip up at home when I’m upset), unhappy, contemplating divorce because I couldn’t see how the marriage was doing either of us any good. We had a few fights. I talked to a couple of friends and got some good advice. And so I decided to do something. I ended up doing something like what 180 calls for under different circumstances—decided to be unpredictable… decided not to express annoyance but, rather, gratitude for my spouse, no matter what. This was good. We got ourselves back on track. I was happier. She was happier. And soon there weren’t even so many things going on that I was even annoyed by.
So, skipping a great number of details (and many seem important, but it will just take too long), I nevertheless still have to add a couple other pre-D-Day items. We decided to have a kid, and we were overjoyed when we did. What a great family unit we made! Our beautiful son was born in Aug. 2012, about two years after having climbed out of the biggest valley in our relationship. But as we moved into April/May 2013 (I think my WW and I have different views about the timeline here, BTW), my stress-level at work was super high, I wasn’t making time for my wife, but I was making time once or twice a week to go out drinking, and I was beginning to get cranky again. I was doing pretty well as a father (if that can be done while still being a lousy spouse); I work days, my wife works evenings, so the time I had for being a father alone with my son was (and still is) roughly equal to hers for being a mother alone with him—and I quickly learned to LOVE, LOVE, LOVE spending time with my son—it was as if going home to watch him while my wife was at work was a vacation from both work… and, I guess, from my marriage. The summer was especially rough, though. By then, I was feeling very unloved and unappreciated. Wasn’t sure why. Was it the new kid? Was it the new stressors in her work or mine? Was it nothing more than the predictable result of my own crappy behavior? In any case, I handled the not feeling loved in a way guaranteed to make it worse but becoming sullen and passive aggressive around my spouse, particularly from July until just this last weekend.
Now, skipping forward a little, early in October I initiated a conversation about this and said I wanted to work on some things… wanted things to be better for both of us, wanted to stop doing things that were hurting both of us but also wanted to feel loved again. We resolved to continue talking about this, but then there were a couple of rough work weeks for both of us. Finally last weekend comes into view, and the 19th is her birthday, her work schedule had lightened up, and mine two. Kismet. Looked like a great opportunity to spend a good birthday with my wife, then have a heart to heart and talk about a way forward on Sun. 20th. That was my plan. I was going to try to hold myself accountable for my contributions to our problems, listen more than I talked, talk about some ways I thought I’d be able to be a better husband.
But then, instead, irony happened. This next bit is already a little fuzzy for me, and I’m not sure why my memory of how all this went down is so messed up (I have a sneaking suspicion that I started lying to myself right away and then got so twisted around that I can’t even remember the truth anymore). I was going to buy a new iPhone for my wife for her birthday on Friday the 18th. But the upshot is that I read some text messages between my WW and the AP the morning before I went ahead with the previously formed plan to buy the damn phone… the part I can’t remember is why I was looking at her old phone to begin with… I think it had something to do with getting the new phone for her, but I’m honestly not sure.
Well, anyway, I didn’t read many of these text messages because I was feeling guilty about invading her privacy. And the messages that I read in the morning (as I recall), did, I confess, set off alarm bells, but they weren’t anything too over the top. The AP’s wife (OBS, right? …all these abbreviations I’m having to learn!) had died about a month ago from cancer (a really, really awful story… truly awful even without adding in the part about the long-term, long-distance PA between my wife and the AP during the period she was slowly succumbing to the illness… oh, and the AP has a young DD), and he was a high school friend of my wife, so the messages definitely seemed a little inappropriate but I guess I was able to lie to myself and think of them as an attempt to comfort the grieving spouse/father/friend (and they were that, even if they also were evidence of an affair... sheesh!). But as I’m wrapping the presents for my wife’s birthday Friday, I start to pay more attention the alarm bells in my head, and so I check the Skype message log and Facebook. Now I really do know, though I’m still feeling guilty about looking, so I don’t actually read all of it and don’t have a clear timeline or even any certainty that this is PA (not that it mattered—it was clearly a long-term, intimate EA, and it wouldn’t have made any difference at all to me whether, by actually reading the rest of the messages later, I could have confirmed this as a PA, to boot).
But in a spectacular display of denial or something of the sort (I guess), I decided I just need to get through her birthday so we can talk about this, all as planned (right?) for Sunday anyway. So even though my blood pressure is now literally 155/100 (normally 120/70, but I wasn’t feeling right, so I actually checked!), that night, when my wife gets home from work (around midnight, so it’s now officially the 19th and her birthday), I welcome her home, give her the birthday presents, help her set up the new phone, tell her I’m not feeling well and about my blood pressure (how do you more experienced users access the emoticons? I’d like to put the eye-rolling one in right here), and we go to bed. I didn’t sleep much, of course…. Who could with blood pressure like that!
The next morning, I get up early with my son (DS, right?) so that Mommy can sleep in on her birthday, and I begin reading her text messages on her old phone. Now her birthday is about to become a personal disaster for both of us, but I plow on furtively gathering more and more information about the affair throughout the day (Mommy and son go to the park for a while). Feeling sicker and sicker to the point that I lie on the sofa more or less catatonic for a few minutes around 4 PM, my WW and I have this charming exchange with each other:
WW: are you OK?
Me: No. I’m not at all OK. But let’s talk about it tomorrow…. (I really want that eye-rolling thing now!)
We go out to dinner with DS and another married couple that we each count among our close friends (my wife and our two friends seemed to have a reasonably good time a dinner despite the fact that I didn’t eat and didn’t say much for nearly the whole dinner). Then, mercifully, I come home with DS while she goes out for some drinks, and I have some time to try to figure all this out, finish finding just about everything I think there is to find on the computer as well as on the old iPhone, which has kept all the old text messages, discover this forum, find some good advice on what to do next. Don’t sleep that night… pacing around the house confused, dazed, angry, hurt, etc. DS wakes up around 6 AM to be fed and then, mercifully, goes back to sleep. So that’s when WW and I have our talk.
Now here, then, is the timeline for the A—it started in 2010, just about the time I’m beginning to think seriously about whether and how to fix our marriage. It continues right through the period where I think we’ve rebuilt our relationship to the point that it is stronger than ever, to the point where we decide to have a kid. It continues over a period of time where we grieve over a miscarriage and bond over that and have an even stronger relationship. And it carries into the second (successful) pregnancy (there’s no risk of paternity issues with the AP, here, by the way… the PA is going on during this time, but the long distance arrangements don’t match up in the calendar with our son’s conception… these events are several months apart). Things seem to have gotten considerably more intense in the affair in late June right up through D-Day (I was out of the country for a couple weeks for work at the end of June; the AP’s wife was in the last stages of her cancer over the summer months).
So… I’ve read a lot of stories on the site over the last few days. There are so many here that are heartwrenching. And so many that are so much more awful than mine. Or maybe I’m just not all that good at looking at my own problems... there’s obvious evidence of this in the story I just told, after all. A lot of these stories (mine included) are so complicated that they couldn’t even have been conjured up by Thomas Hardy.
Anyway, I’m really struggling with what to do about my hope for a recovery. Obviously I still have to work on all the issues in me that make me a lousy husband. But I have no idea how to do that now that I also think that my WW’s affair must have had a lot to do with a situation I was pinning on myself (there’s that FOO coming back into this… not that I think the affair was my fault, but that I was so focused on my own failures that I was completely clueless about the affair and even tried not to believe it). I guess I’ve read enough to know that this kind of self-doubt is pretty common in BSs.
I suppose I’m going to have to work on those things that make me a lousy husband because they are things that I’m going to have to work on to be healthy even if my marriage doesn’t survive. These aren’t just flaws in me insofar as I am a spouse, in other words. But I also, very concretely, wonder how much I should involve my WW in the process of sorting out which things in me need work. We’ve had a few conversations about this past summer, and I’m starting to feel more than a little annoyed that the conversations have tended to swing back around to the fact that she didn’t feel loved by me these last few months and that she thinks my passive aggressive way of trying to say I don’t feel loved has been especially unhelpful. Yes. Well, of course that’s all true! That’s why, even before I found out about the affair I had resolved to begin working on that stuff.
What do you think? What am I doing wrong here (I mean, I know I’ve got at least a couple things wrong)? I do know that I’ve got to own my shit, but should I just work on that on my own and not try to figure out how that relates to my marriage? Is being open to criticism from my WW a bad move in this situation? And since I’m not willing to reject criticisms that seem valid to me, do I make my wife’s recovery more difficult by giving her an easy way to avoid confronting what she’s done? If so, what am I supposed to do in reconciliation?
Also, this is NOT the person I thought I was married to. Deceptive and selfish? I’ve spent my life in the presence of crappy people. In my professional life, probably half the people I work with have a major personality disorder. I knew my wife is capable of crippling self-denial and self-loathing. But how is it that I missed that this might result in this particular form of self-destructive behavior?
Well… it’s very, very late. I’m supposed to be watching my diet, drinking water, getting some sleep. I know. Blood pressure is still high but has come done into a range that is far less worrisome. But I have lost weight and I haven’t been sleeping.
If you made it this far, thanks for reading, and I hope you can give me some pointers (at least one of you occasionally resorts to 2x4s... I think I already whacked myself a few times in the above, but don't be shy in letting me know if there's something colossally stupid that I'm doing out of some special kind of ignorance). Sorry I couldn’t keep it shorter and still figure out what I needed to ask… just easier tonight to write more than it is to write less. Sorry, too, that I didn’t really figure out what to ask anyway.
Edit Nov. 9, 2013: As my more recent signature shows, there's more to the story than is detailed above. Another D-Day yesterday. Having read so many other posts here in the last three weeks, I see just how common my story is. Feh.
[This message edited by lloyddobler at 8:52 PM, November 9th (Saturday)]