In some ways I feel guilty about feeling so horrible. This is not cancer. It is not a death sentence. I am not a refugee or in a torture dungeon somewhere. People have it a lot worse than I do. People have been treated a lot worse than I have. I know this rationally. But emotionally what someone wrote is exactly correct, I feel like I am in the ICU on a ventilator. Dependent on a machine for every breath.
I am sounding dramatic. But I feel like I am living in a dream. This is not my life. I feel so weak. I just want things to go back to the way they were. I know that can't be anymore.
I have no idea what I am going to do. I can not pay an attorney $300/hr just to have a chat. He or she is going to want to help me lay out a plan. I have no plan. I can barely think. I don't know what I am going to do later today or about scheduled meetings tomorrow.
She keeps asking me "what do you want to do?" I don't know what I want to do. I need time. I need time. I don't have the luxury of time as all of my responsibilities are weighing down on me. I can't focus. I talk to strangers and almost burst into tears.
I am sitting in the coffee shop where they met and where they would spend hours talking about the most personal and intimate details of their and my life. Things I only shared with her in the strictest of confidence were shared with this other guy like classroom gossip.
I have been reading NMMNG and see that I have many of the traits of the Nice Guy. Sobering. I thought I was better than that. I still may be.
I am so embarrassed. I feel like less of a man. How can I face people? I feel totally humiliated. Now I understand what women mean when they say that.
She says I need therapy. She used to be in therapy for years for personal issues. I ask her why she didn't go to therapy instead of having an affair if she was feeling lonely, or needed to talk about things? She reponds, "I should have." True but not satisfying. Nothing she says really is.
Thanks 1survivor. Thats good advice. Trust is very important to me as it is to most people. She always knew where I was. Work. Home. Work. Home. Repeat.
CT - I have a belief that may be false but that people follow their nature. And that does not change with therapy or remorse or really anything. It can suppressed or punished, but it can't be changed. Even with all the therapy in the world most serial killers won't become kindergarten teachers. So I am afraid that she will never change. But I desperately want to believe that what she says is true. That she will be committed and put our marriage first. But isn't that what marriage vows are?
It sounds like your husband may be an example of a person who can not change despite effort and might be typical of the breed. I don't know.
I wonder if there is some kind of deep seated hatred that my wife has for me that would allow her to do something like this. It was so cruel. Methodical. Sustained over a long period of time. She did things that when I found out would specifically hurt me deeply. Like stabbing at a wound that only she knew about.
I do think she had a sense of entitlement. She would complain about how hard it was to spend all day with a 4 year old. Granted. Children can be needy. But she was spending 3-4 hours with her boyfriend and then the afternoon with my son until I got home. She hasn't done a lick of office work in 5 years. Her activities consisted of walking the dog, getting coffee, fucking her boyfriend, dropping and picking up our kid. She complained that she wanted to go to yoga but then wouldn't go. She complained that her friends were whiny. Sometimes she made dinner but she is a terrible cook so we ate out a lot. She had no worries about bills or me being unfaithful or abusive. Our boy is wonderful. We have a yellow fucking lab. Great dog. We live in a decent neighborhood. What is so bad about that life for a woman?
I think she is spoiled. She feels like a few tears and apologies will make up for anything she does. She has deep seated character flaws. So do I. So I try to overlook hers until now. She has a strong sense of entitlement. She should be able to have her cake and eat it too.
And thank you for your words doggiediva. But if she loses we both lose. I don't think if she loses the comfy life I win anything. That life was based on us both living it together. That is gone for both of us.
You know, one of the things that I think about often. At least weekly is how big the universe is. I really think about this. I imagine it. I try to feel it. It brings me tremendous comfort when I put the problems of the world with all the wars and suffering in this context. And if I do this an try to add geologic time into the mix, problems seem more fleeting and less consequential. Our individual lives take on the time span of an electron's nuclear orbit.
But this is an intellectual exercise. It brings comfort for most things - taxes, a horrible boss.. But my wife's infidelity.. This is a very very deep kind of pain that isn't touched by the intellect. Its not affected by reason, analysis, or dissection. It only responds to tears.