I’m not going to lie to you guys, the first thing that she did was she admitted she slept with him last night. Open till that point there had been no physical contact like that. She has been pretty honest with me in those regards.
She's minimizing.
Read hundreds of messages and the very last ones were about how she went to meet him that night while we were sleeping and confessing feelings for one another. I'm not happy.
I confront her about it and she says sorry, that she does have feelings for him. I ask her why and she says common interests. She can't help it. I told her it's not cool and asked if she would stop talking to him as much, what she is doing is basically emotionally cheating on me and I feel betrayed. She agrees and we go to sleep.
The next morning she leaves at 12pm to think about things and comes back at 11pm. She went to the bar and her and her coworker kissed. She apologized. I asked why and she said she likes him she can't help it. We talk but I can't get her to tell me what I can do to make this stop, that I love her and want to work on our marriage. It's too late, she says. She doesn't love me anymore. She asks me not to make say it but I begrudgingly do. Right to my face, she doesn't love me anymore.
How did things turn so quickly? She's gone now, she left that night to presumably go to the coworkers after telling me she didn't love me and nothing could fix it, no matter how much I pleaded I would do anything to be the man she fell in love with. But no. She wouldn't budge.
She's been hooking up with this guy before "last night" man!
But fuck not giving her another chance. I promise if things don’t work out you can all get in your “I told you so’s”. I wonder if the people who have made it work just never came back to post, I refuse not to believe in hope.
You already gave her at least two and she ripped your heart out and shat on it. You don't give her another chance, that needs to be earned.
Call it the 180 or whatever you want. You need to figure out how to detach from her. That is the only way to save this.
Read this from forum member wincing_at_light.
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A big part of what galls betrayed husband's over time is the sense that their wife got one over on them, that she has access to all of this secret information, and he can never have it. He's supposed to become Mr. Emotional Transparency and a surrogate female BFF so she never feels unfulfilled again and gets the Best. Marriage. Evar., and thus be content because she's not going to cheat on that. LOOK AT HOW MUCH HAPPIER WE R NOW THAT YOU DO EVERYTHING I WANT AND R SO AFRAID OF MY WILD SNOG-SEEKING VAGINA THAT YOU WILL NEVER DARE FAIL!!!!
Which, of course, ignores the fact that most of us were pretty decent husbands in the first place. This is one of the major issues I have with most infidelity recovery philosophies. They imply that the betrayed husband must clean up all of his shit, every mean thing he ever said, every insensitive thing he ever did and convert himself into the emotional version of Fabio in a way that precisely fits his wife's taste...and her job is to stop fucking other people. As if her fucking other people was the only thing she ever did wrong in the marriage, while everything he did was wrong. People conveniently forget that for every wayward spouse out there with a list of grievances for their spouse's failures, there is a betrayed spouse who has been married to that wayward spouse who has a list of grievances JUST AS LONG that we accepted, tolerated and loved them through in exactly the way they did not accept, tolerate and love us. Instead, our shit became the legitimate fuel to justify their behavior.
Hello goose, meet gander. If you make me pay for everything I've done wrong, which you have by fucking other people as a way of dealing with it, then you've stated definitively that the way relationships should work is that people make others pay for their failures. No double standards. Either that, or we have to agree that I have now paid in full for everything I've ever done wrong, and for the rest of our married life, you have to shut the fuck up about it, because I've paid. It's not my fault if your method of exacting payment didn't work for you. You can't expect me to pay twice.
Which is a really long way around of saying by focusing on you, on what makes you happy and what gives your life meaning outside of the marriage, is a really good start. I was so sick of reading about relationships, about marriage repair, about understanding love-fucking languages, knowing your wife's menstrual cycle, understanding her FOO, blah, blah, blah, by about a year out, I was ready to join a monastery. Or get an 18 y.o. girlfriend who wasn't old enough yet to realize how fucked up she was by being human. Toss up, there.
Instead, I went back to grad school for fun. Wrote a couple of novels. Decided I could play video games if I wanted. Finally bought MLB Extra Innings so I could watch all the baseball I wanted. In other words, I invested my energy in finding out what brought me happiness instead of burning myself out trying to figure what would make her happy, and thus make my marriage a safe place.
Because one thing I learned: when you like yourself and you like your life, one part of it (like your marriage) going into the shitter doesn't take away your joy from the rest of it. It gives you the objectivity to decide what you want to keep in your life and what you can excise because it's become more trouble than it's worth.
It is infinitely better to be married because you want to be there but don't have to be than to feel like you can't imagine a future where you're not married to this person. Working on you is a way of preventing those sorts of failures of imagination.
And working on you is not fixing those things your wife has identified as problems with you. What the fuck does she know? This is a woman who handles life's curveballs by doing impersonations of the Holland Tunnel with her vagina. She is not qualified to diagnose other people's dysfunctions, let alone yours, whom she has identified as someone who is worth, or deserves, to be traumatized and punished for all the things she doesn't like about you.
You work on the shit you want to make better about yourself. Maybe you want to learn how to shoot automatic weapons. Maybe you want to study knife fighting or get some cool ninja-hacking skills. Maybe you realize that you're not assertive enough in the workplace and need to work on speaking up for yourself. We've all got a list of things we'd like to try out, to see if the destinies fit, but we put them on the back burner once we got married, because we didn't think our spouse could handle something so radically different. Guess what? Now is your time to explore those things. What's she going to say? "Who you're becoming makes me feel scared and helpless, like I don't know (how to control) you anymore?"
Guess what, I had all of those feelings from you fucking other men, and I had to grow up and deal. Welcome to the adulthood club. You should be getting a beanie and vest in the mail shortly.
We're six years out. Happily married. My wife has done a ton of work on herself. I might get into that later.
You heal. Life goes on.