I feel drawn to get this sentiment out, perhaps this will resonate with some.
I feel helpless in so many ways. Helpless to change the past, helpless to reverse the pain inflicted, helpless as I watch infidelity tarnish the world around me.
I know this is something to accept- I cannot change the past. I cannot control outcomes. I cannot prevent infidelity in others. But it is difficult to sit with that.
I see infidelity and other forms of betrayal all around me: in movies, TV, stories from friends… I am desperate to fix. To control. To prevent. But I recognize I cannot, it is not my place, it is not my right.
On a more personal note, part of my acceptance of a lack of control was my learning to step back from taking care of everything for my ex-husband. I wanted to "fix" him, to solve every problem for him, to take care of everything for him so he never felt any pain, difficulty, adversity. I worked multiple jobs so he didn’t have to work and could focus on his music. I tried to gently support him through addiction and take on the burden of that for him. I dove into trying to diagnose his mysterious symptoms related to lupus, and made more progress than his doctors. I cleaned up after him, I did his laundry, I handled all issues for him.
How shortsighted. Did I truly believe I was helping? How could I not see that by making the short term easy, I made his long term difficult? I enabled him and allowed him to build a life with me without his own money, his own responsibilities, his own lessons.
Even my line of thinking removes his autonomy- "I enabled" "I allowed". As if he is not capable of his own choices.
I am practicing how to not try to "fix" everything and everyone around me. Who am I to know any better? I was unfaithful 13 years ago and kept the secret, believing that the illusion of safety and love was better than authentic pain. It does not help anyone for me to intervene. I can support, I can provide assistance to friends and family when requested, and I can do my best to make the world a better and more positive place every day without overstepping and control.
I have learned through many months of intensive therapy that I have been this way for the majority of my life. My biggest fear is watching others spiral into irreversible and life-ruining choices. My mother is an alcoholic and an addict who lost her husband, career, daughter, family, physical health, and mental health through her addictions. She was cruel and abusive to me, and she drank herself into a stroke and lost her short term memory and ability to walk or function normally when I was 12. She is now 70 and is alone, in the throes of continued alcoholism, drugs, and debt in an assisted living facility that attempts to keep her alive. I would have given anything to save her, to take away her pain.
The part of me that wanted to save her and prevent this irreversible damage wants to save others before they can become that. I almost wait until I myself become that. And that core belief, and the deep unyielding desire to prevent others from following the same path, has caused immeasurable pain for my ex husband and myself.
[This message edited by heartbroken12345 at 7:31 PM, Friday, January 16th]