Thanks all for your words of admonishment and support. Before I wrote this, things were going ok. Weekly therapy continues to build me up. I have come to terms with my childhood, and I even see a way to forgive myself for what I did to her. I guess I just had this feeling come to me. A sense of regret and sadness, knowing that I committed these terrible things. Knowing that I threw away….her. Beautiful her. I was a destroyed man when I married her, and it was I who chose to allow that to destroy me. So I had a moment of self-hate, because I thought… how could you do this? How could you, despite your strengths, have such a huge blind spot in life? Well, I know ‘how’ now. And I’m ok with it. I’m choosing a new path, daily.
I look back and know that I have been doing the hard work over the past year. There were setbacks, initially. I acted selfishly. I squandered the little bit I had going for me. The 2% chance of R turned into 1%, and then to 0% chance, and then to oblivion. I am less sad about myself, however, than about the hurt she felt. I regret the pain I caused her. She didn’t deserve it. But I’m choosing to use this to motivate me. And every time I face the reality of what was (the horror of my actions), what is (the hard work), and what will be (the choices I make daily to grow), there is a sense of letting go, just ‘being’, and trusting that it will be ok.
As a side note, I will admit that I read a lot of BS stories. They are so, so, so painful. I see myself in those stories and it hurts me. It’s so sad. There are days when I wish I could apologize to every BS on behalf of everyone WS because I see just how fucked up the pain we caused is. It’s crazy and absurd and sad. Reading BS perspectives is just a constant flow of seeing the brutality of what I did. It’s a reminder. When I posted this, it was like all those stories came crashing back onto. But having this sense of complete self-disgust makes me not want to be that guy anymore. And I can look back now and see that I’ve proven to myself that I’m not going to be that guy anymore. I’ve made progress. And I’ve done so knowing that I can’t change the outcome, ever.
DaddyDom, thank you for this analogy and the words of support. Nothing is lost in feeling this pain, and I move forward today and tomorrow and on and on. When I imagine myself as this fly on the wall, I see many positive things going forward. And I don’t want to be a better man in order to perform differently or to gain approval. I want to do it to be a better person.
LLXC, you’re so right. And I do see that this terrible thing I did can be converted into a lifetime of being a better man. Thank you for your words regarding whether I loved her or not. And I know I my ex wouldn’t want me hating myself like this, because she is a good and genuine and authentic person, and I honestly believe she wants the best for me, despite her pain. She really is that good. I squandered that, but no more.
DevastatedDee, I’m hopeful that getting ahold of my issues will help her feel less pain. I truly want this, and I aim to be that guy.
Hikingout, my sense is that it’s hard either way (the gift of reconciliation, or the hell of losing what I deserved to lose). Neither path gives any guarantees; both present challenges. I think the only guarantee is how we choose to face each day. On the topic of abstaining, I did not. But after experiencing this, I quickly realized how futile any relationship would be without fully recovering. I am not recovered. I am hurt. Yea, I injured myself, but it’s still a wound. And now I’m realizing it will take some time for this wound to heal. I cannot give that part of myself to anyone until I am better. I know I’m on the path, but I’m weak right now. There are so many triggers too. Every single moment with another woman, and I could only think of her. I could not embrace a relationship, casual or otherwise. It was completely futile, although I learned what I needed to learn. Now I’m flying solo and it’s allowing me to just heal. This aspect of my experience deserves a separate post.
JBWD, I read your other post. And I appreciate your analogy as well. In fact, I teared up when I read it. There are days you just feel alone or not validated. I try so hard (not white knuckle, but actual work) and then I realize the full depth of what I’ve done. I destroyed such an amazing gift. I wanted everything for her. I wanted her to be the happiest woman ever. But I was not happy with myself. I was self-destructive. I think there are a few reasons I posted this. I’m about to sign my divorce papers. And I feel like I still love my wife. I still want to take care of her. But there is a fallacy in that. That marriage is dead. I killed it. I was a bad husband then. But I believe I’m a good man now. Signing those divorce papers is an artifact of that experience, but it has reminded me of what I did. Never in a million years did I imagine being separated from her. Cheating is a good reminder of how one small chink in the armor can and probably will result in catastrophe.
Thatbpguy, Yes, DaddyDom’s reply was good. An apology is a funny thing. It has to mean something. I feel like my apology now would be different than before: more powerful, more significant, deeper in a way than I ever thought I would need to comprehend.
Mortified, it’s the lie we tell ourselves. In becoming a better person, I have to face the fact that I was good at lying to others and myself, that I used my lies to get what I wanted, and that I exhibited selfishness that is just unthinkable.
Zugswang, Yea, we have talked about this before. The only way I can describe what I experienced the other day, as Hikingout calls a “ton of bricks”, is through the comparison of the man I am now compared to the man I was then. I would like to believe that I would choose a different path now, knowing what I know. When I imagined what I would do differently, it brought the pain back to me. I was so angry with myself. It almost seems impossible that I did what I did. Looking back, it’s easy to hate that guy, to punish him. Call it a moment of weakness. It helped to put on paper the feelings I had last week. I needed to remind myself, momentarily, of the ugliness. Because the guy I see in the mirror would never hurt his loved ones, and I want to keep it that way for the rest of my life.
By far the most important thing I’ve done is write personal vows to myself. These rules/vows have become a guide to my existence. And because I wrote them, and no one else, I feel compelled to live by them. I practice them daily. From self-compassion to facing the hard truths, I keep these vows in my back pocket. In a way, that’s what this post was, a reiteration of the truth, but also a turning point to keep moving forward. You’re right, I can’t change the past. I also can’t continue to punish myself anymore. I can change the now.
To summarize, this experience of sudden onset of pain and regret has reminded me of the ugly truth and the fact that I don’t want to go back to being that guy, ever. I must never forget. But, I have to stop torturing myself. I have to love myself. And, maybe, just maybe, positive change in my life will somehow bring more healing to her.