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Stillconfused2022
Unhinged
I want to thank each one of you for your insights and perspectives.
Please let me start by clearly stating, nothing about this situation that we have all been forced to navigate is okay. And it never should be accepted as "okay".
As Stillconfused2022 suggested I’ll try to explain, not Webster’s Dictionary meaning, rather my meaning.
For me, whether I agree with it, like it, hate it, or rail against it, doesn’t change the fact that it has happened. At some point, like it or not, fair or not, I believe that I have to accept all that comes with it. Accepting does not have to mean I can’t be angry about the injustice of it. But there does come a point where that justifiable anger hurts me (And the ones I love.) beyond the benefits anger’s original purpose supplied. I can, and should, allow myself, from time to time, to sit with the sorry, for it will always, at some level, cause me untold, undeserved pain. However, as true as that is, I feel I must accept the pain and more importantly guide the pain not allowing the pain to guide me.
The concept (Accepting the unacceptable) admits in its own description that the situation is unacceptable. It is only saying it has happened, it has had terrible consequences, my wife’s affair caused me extremely unfair pain, pain caused, like so many others here, by the most important, trusted person in my life. And, to make matters worse, I will never fully know the entire truth, nor will I ever understand the why of it. I don’t like the betrayal, I don’t agree with my wife’s despicable choice in having her affair, but, for me at least, once I quit trying to push it away, I was able to learn from it. Be a better, more empathetic, humbler man because of it.
Do I wish the affair never happened? Of course. Acceptance, in this use of the word, is not agreement, only recognizing that infidelity is now part of my life. A sad beginning of a chapter, where the opening verses were not written by me. Though I wasn’t the creator of this chapter I recognize that this part of my life’s story is not fully written yet. Understanding this gives me a powerful choice. Do I take control of the pen and write the conclusion I desire or do I allow it to be written by someone else, someone who betrayed me.
Ultimately it is an attempt, feeble as it may be, to take back the power that the betrayal stole from me.