Hello all. Happy New Year.
Well, yesterday was 5 months from DDay. From the day my life changed forever. And I thought I'd provide a not-so-quick update on what's been going on and how I'm doing. Fair warning: this won't be happy go lucky. I'm just not in that frame of mind. So, please head back now if you're looking for feel good. Oh - and I tend to ramble, so this will likely be pretty long. You’ve been warned.
For those that don't know my story, in short, my brother caught my wife and POS holding hands in the Upper West Side of NYC. Told me and I confronted her. Turns out she had a 5 month EA / 3 month PA. You can read my long-assed threads in JFO for all the juicy details, I guess. After the initial confrontation and getting out of the fog (took maybe a week or two), I have to say she has pretty much been the model of a remorseful wife. Immediate IC for her and me. Didn't start MC until a little over a month ago. NC has been in force for the entire time except for when she was deposed by POS' wife for their divorce (he told my wife he was divorced but was really separated and in the middle of MC with his wife). She's gone through maybe 50+ IC sessions, workbooks, exercises, the whole shebang. She quit all charitable work (where she met POS) and has been focused on me and the kids. Gives me time, space, whatever I need. Begs me to open up to her so she can help me heal. And, no. We have not had sex since DDay. TMI, but I went through a looong period of time where I was dead below the waist, even if I wanted to, which I did not. So no hysterical bonding for us. After some time, after I committed to trying to reconcile with her, we started spending more time together, doing things as a couple. Still, I have not forgiven her. She doesn't expect me to, and I don’t know if I have it in me to. My IC says it’s not necessary (doesn’t mean I’m lording it over her, which I’m not, just that as of now, I feel like there are some things which I either can’t or won’t forgive so easily). But we are reconciling. My key issue is that I haven't and do not really communicate my feelings to her about her affair, which definitely hinders my ability to heal. I've basically closed up. So I haven't told her what I want or need from her. She has asked me to ad nauseum. I just can't or won't. Yes, I've been discussing this with my IC. No progress on this front thus far. So, 5 months later, here we are.
Regarding how I'm doing, not so well is the short answer. Basically, I'm sad and angry and fed up and tired and exhausted. At times I just want to curl up into a ball and sleep and not wake up. No. Not suicidal. Just want to escape is all. Be free of this. I want a time machine so I can go back and stop this from happening. To beg her not to go through with it. 5 months out and it's all so surreal.
I don't know if this is all normal or not, but at times I think we're in trouble. I mean, D-uh. But real trouble. I've been supporting her through this. Encouraging her. But I find myself asking why? Why do I have to? Because she's my wife? That apparently didn't count for much when she had a choice about screwing POS, did it? And yes, two wrongs don't make a right or just because she makes a mistake doesn't mean I can't be the bigger man…blah blah blah. And committing to R means doing just that, etc. I know. I know. I just hate it. See, I can’t get what she did out of my head. Some people here have used the term cumdumpster. But that's literally what she was for him. How can I see her any other way again? Oh, and I've hit the anger stage.
As I said, I can't stop thinking about what she did. Many of you know my situation. In embarrassing detail. She screwed another man for 3 months, 20+ times. She walked around his apartment naked. Had coffee naked. She gave herself to him. Completely. Repeatedly. How can I kiss her again, knowing that? And I die every day when I think of it all and not a day goes by when I don’t. It is debilitating. I’ve lost my desire. Not sexual desire, although that’s true too – but desire for life. I find refuge in my kids, my awesome brother and friends at times, but I am sad every single day. Some days are better than others, but still. I stopped exercising. I stopped being enthusiastic and energetic at work as well. I stopped being me. Yes, lethal flatness. I feel like a dead man walking. I hide from life. I read, watch TV, pick up a video game and tune out the world. I know I put on a good front, but that’s the truth of it. I’ve been put through hell. And I am broken as a result.
Frankly, I just don't know how well equipped I am to handle this. I have the kids, typical family issues, I'm transitioning to a new role at work, IC and MC appointments, and the emotional stress of all of this. I don't think I've ever felt so weak in my life. I'm a personal fortitude guy. I have older girls - some of you know what they're like…everything is drama. My mantra to them has always been "learn to deal." That life is all about learning to deal with whatever it throws at you in a healthy way and it will throw some heavy shit. And here I am not sure if I'm capable of dealing with this. And so...I'm scared. I'm scared that I can't and I'm going to simply say "screw this, I'm outta here." Not scared because I'll be alone or because I can't live without her. Because I don't want to. But I don't know if I can live with her.
She tortures herself, you know? Not physically. But mentally. Her IC has been trying to get her to stop but she won't hear of it. She beats herself up every day. She apologizes to me daily, thanks me for not divorcing her yet, tells me she loves me and keeps asking me what she can do to help me. Every night, without fail, she'll snuggle up behind me in bed, put one arm around me and kiss the back of my neck and thank me for giving her one more day. One more night of being there with her. For not giving up on her. On us. Begs me to open up and share what I'm feeling. To ask her anything I want about her affair. I never have a good answer for her and I don't take her up on her offers. As I said before, I spend my free time escaping. Hang with the kids, I read, or play a video game. Maybe watch a movie. And then I come here to SI and pain shop a bit. Probably not healthy, but I look at other people's stories. Some have it worse. Some better. I try to provide advice for others. I figure that even if my life is in the toilet, why not try and help someone else's? And it makes me feel like I'm not alone in all this. Even though that's exactly how I feel. So very alone. You know what she does? Well, besides focusing on the kids, for one, she's determined to make sure we have the most well run and clean home in all of NY. But really, she goes through our family albums. Practically a nightly ritual for her. Pictures of us when we were teenagers. Of our wedding. Of us in the hospital after the kids were born. Of them growing up. Birthday parties. Family get togethers. Everything about our lives for over 25 years. And she cries. Deep sobs while doing so. She'll even hug the albums. And cry. I leave her alone during this. I've told her it's not healthy, but who am I to judge? She doesn't listen anyway. She tells me it's her family and it's all she has and she may not have it much longer. And forgetting about it is in part what got her into the mess we are in now and she never ever wants to forget again.
Honestly, I don't how we are still functioning. She doesn't smile anymore. Not the way she did. Frankly, neither do I. We are shells of our former selves. I don't recognize myself anymore. I don't laugh. Not really. I don't even like myself anymore. I am so consumed by this. It's all I really think about. My life. Or what used to be of it. And how it's gone. And what the future may or may not bring. So I don't think I'm very good company. I know my strengths and I know my faults. Lord knows we all have them. But my real personality is soft, caring, funny, witty, smart, sensitive. That is me. Oh sure. It comes with other not so wonderful things as well, but that is who I am. But in the past 5 months I've become bitter, and morose, and angry, and cold. And dead. Uncaring. More than anything, this scares me. Who am I becoming? How do I stop it? Because I don't like it and it's not who I want to be but I don't know what to do about it.
But in the end and through it all, I am still here. Still with her. Why? I ask myself this all the time. In the end, the only answer that rings true to me is that because I know who she is at heart. We’ve been together since the late 1980’s. That’s a very long time. I know everything about her, warts and all. And her essence is good. She’s a good person, warm, caring, altruistic, giving, sensitive, kind, intelligent, honest. Yes, honest. Despite what she did. No, no pedestal. Just truth. But she did do something horrible. Terrible. Betrayed me in the worst possible way. I don’t downplay it, hence what I wrote further above. It is as brutal as it sounds. And I might not be able to live with it, but that will be me choosing to leave then as a result. And yes, we do have 5 wonderful children together and a lifetime together, and that counts for something. But it is knowing who she is as a person, the person I fell in love with and married, that tells me to fight for it. Not who she can be. Who she is. And I know who she is, not because she tells me so. She doesn’t. Quite the opposite. She berates herself repeatedly. Works on herself. Knows how selfish she was. Owns her affair. Doesn't blame me, our life, or anything else. But I know her. I have 27 years of knowledge – through hard times and good. Through trials. Life’s ups and downs. I know her character. It is why what she did is such a slap in the face to me. Because it was such a contradiction to who she is. It was horrible, but it doesn’t change her essential character. She disagrees with me, by the way. She says that her cheating IS who she is. It's a part of her. Because she did it, and me denying that is not helpful. She says that she realized that she IS the kind of person who can cause so much pain and harm to me, her husband, and to her babies (even though I have a married daughter - she refers to the kids as her babies). That it was a tremendously painful thing for her to realize and admit, but admitting it allowed her to work on herself and that I should realize that too. That she isn't as wonderful as I think. And that, like most people, she has a lot of good qualities, but she is also frail, vulnerable, and weaker than she thought, and has aspects of her personality that she is not proud of. And those are the things she's addressing. Not for me. Although we'll benefit, but for her. So she can be a better person. Regardless of what happens between us.
So, I am still here. And we are reconciling. But there are bumps and we're likely making a mess of things. Will we make it? I hope so, I do, but I have no clue. And as painful as it is and has been, I am not throwing in the towel. Not yet. Everyone says it takes a long time to heal. 2-5 years. If she was unremorseful, that'd be one thing, but she's the opposite. So I'm sticking it out. If I see that I can't get past it, accept it and try to build something new, then that'll be that. But as of now, I'm staying. And that's my update. Sorry for the length and rambling nature of it all.
Okay, I do have a question for you all: as I've said, opening up to her and sharing my feelings has been a tremendous road block for me. Maybe it's the trust thing - I have to turn to the one person who caused me this pain in order to help me heal. I don't know. Anyway, I'm in contact with a few SI members privately and one person suggested that I share my JFO threads with my wife. Here is what this person told me:
I think that having her read your "I don't know what to do" and " I have an inkling.." threads will be a massive forward step for you both. From her stand point, what a leap of faith for you not only to allow her into your thoughts and feelings, but to do it in this way, to give her access to something so (at the time) deeply private.
Will it be hard to read? Yup. Will she feel closer to you? Yup. Will she see the love in the posts where you describe her so tenderly? Yup. Will she feel pangs of shame when she sees your loyalty in sticking up for her when the other posters were too aggressive? Yup. Will she feel terrible about herself? Yup. Will she be buoyed by the obvious inherent care and value you place in your marriage? Yup. All those things and so much more. And that is why it such a gift - not just for her really, but for your relationship. Don't we both know that we want emotional closeness in the R'ed relationship we hope to attain? This is it. This is all you went through in your own words, and you don't need to fight to push them out of your mouth.
The pain it will cause her to read.... Can it really be worse than she imagines? I doubt it. I imagine she is (despite the three month atrocity) is an empathetic woman. She knows. She sees what she has done to you. She is literally crying out for you to open up. I am sure she will say after it was so hard to read but that she really, truly, hugely appreciates that you let her in.
So. My answer. As long as YOU are okay with it, I think it is a big, positive step for your wife and for your relationship, and (most importantly for me), for you. This is how you begin the opening up. You lay it out there and see what happens. Maybe you even say to her that it might be easier for her to write you her responses initially. Whatever works best for YOU in achieving the aim of beginning the deep communication. "Best friends" might seem like a lofty goal right now, but you have to start somewhere. And sharing your inner thoughts during your biggest trauma is something that can only build trust and understanding.
So...what do you all think about sharing my SI threads with my wife? The goal of it is to help me open up to her and share. To break the dam, so to speak. I'm leaning toward yes, I really don't care if she sees what I wrote about her. Many of you have, unfortunately, a lot more experience than I do here and perhaps there are pitfalls I am unaware of. Thoughts?
Anyway, thanks for letting me share and vent. I have always found writing my feelings to be therapeutic and knowing you all understand where I am coming from has a tremendous impact on me and my ability to handle all of this. So thank you again. Best wishes for a better 2016.
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