out of lurking mode, which is never a good thing.
I left off here trying to start recovery, got lots of good advice. Decided not to go the var or monitor emails and such (it's good advice but just not me.) Instead I decided to rely on the 6th sense I developed after my 1st marriage, knowing I can always look into things when my senses flared.
Things had been going exceptionally well the last 6 weeks or so. Questions answered, therapy productive, reconnecting emotionally and sexually, even positive news on job and financial fronts.
There has been no phone hoarding, we've been going to bed together at the same time whenever possible, constant contact throughout the day every day. She even threw an amazing party for me for my 50th, must have taken weeks of planning and cost a ton of $ (musician, private chef, a dozen top shelf tequilas for a tasting). Really a throwback to our early days. Still, on advice I got here on SI I am aware we may be in false R and keeping my eyes open and expectations in check.
I know how easy it is to trip up and violate NC. I occasionally asked her if she was in contact even if I didn't suspect there was any. always got a convincing no for an answer.
Then last saturday my senses went off. I can't point to anything specific but you all know what I mean. I decided to look at likes on her recent instagram photos, wonder if OM was skulking around. Nothing. I looked at his and see a pic that I know is something she would like; I open the likes and sure enough, her name pops up. I confronted and got a story about how the pic just came up in her search feed and she must have accidentally liked it when she was waving it off. Anyone familiar w instagram knows this is possible, the service constantly populates your page w stuff based on prior likes and who you know and followers of people you know, Still I smelled a rat.
I started monitoring web traffic through my router with key words set to alert me. The very next morning I get a search alert, she is googling his name.
He lives in another state, so I know there has been no physical contact. I'm trying to be understanding, it's hard to NC and people stumble. you wouldn't be human if you could entirely forget about someone that had an emotional impact on your life and not be curious about them.
I call her and tell her I have been uneasy about things since the instagram incident. She assures me it was nothing. I get an alert, they are playing words with friends online as we speak. I ask her again, I would understand if you gave in to an urge, you just need to be honest with me if it happens, Again assurances there has been NC and after all she's done, all the $ spent on therapy and how happy she's been she would never risk it.
I called her out right there, bullshit, you're lying and playing games with him as we speak, we are done. Call the realtor the house is going on the market tomorrow.
I hang up.
she's calling and texting frantically, begging me not to hang up on her but I do.
I get a text, she is at my job, please come out and see her.
I do. She is an a state I have never seen before. utterly destroyed. It's horrible to see. She pleads with me to at least see our MC that night, she doesn't want to live if she can't be with me. I agree to see MC later. I have to get back inside to work, she goes home.
I am in doing invasive procedures for the next hour or so, I have no contact with the outside world. I return to my office to find horrifying text message from her. Clearly a suicide note. I call her as I'm running out the door, she is barely coherent, all I get is i'm going to sleep you don't have to worry about me anymore.
Call EMS and have them sent to my house.
(BTW, I have a biometric lock with combination bypass. Got it for the kids who kept losing their keys, never though it would be a life saver. I was able to give the lock combo over the phone so ems could get in. I'll never go back to a key-only lock again.)
At the hospital she says she took only 1 Xanax, had the whole bottle in her hand but at the last minute as she thought of her daughter she couldn't do it. Gets a psych eval, doc talks to her personal psychologist and we are released to go see her private psychologist, who is also our MC.
apt mostly deals with SA, but doc also tells me I blew her contact w OM way out of proportion. Yes she was waay wrong in initiating contact, but I need to get a grip as the OM poses no real threat. He is no match for me or the potential our relationship holds, He is a faceless phantom sitting 1500 miles away lying though his teeth. She tells me my position in this relationship is not as fragile as I think it is and I don't need to be so hyper vigilant. I also get lambasted for snooping.
I am so exhausted I can't formulate a coherent response, but I am disappointed in her comment. I know that the POSOM is not a threat, the problem is my WS and the way she could show what I can only describe as utter contempt for me and our relationship as she lies about what she's doing, AS SHE'S DOING IT, and making a fool out of me. Perhaps I can clarify things at the next apt (next wed).
Mc asks me why I think she is doing this, I tell her its an addiction, which is why I understand the compulsion to make contact. But again I say the contact is only 10% the issue, 90% is the lying.
MC asks me if I would walk away from her if it was drug addiction, I say no. She says this is no different. She is trying and getting help, I shouldn't turn my back now. MC says we actually have a very rare relationship, it would be stupid to end it because of this. Other couples she sees have relationships that pale in comparison to ours, yet they are working through even worse betrayals.
I know she is right, I'm just so hurt and exhausted I don't know if I can keep it together any more. If I was younger and hadn't been through this with my first marriage ( which was 1000x worse) I might be more positive. It sounds selfish but I feel I only have a dozen or so truly healthy years left, I don't want to spend 1/2 of them knee deep in shit only to find I've been duped again.
trying to live by the words in my sig, it's not easy.