I have read this thread and contemplated it all week. I've had very long posts composed in my head, and then felt they didn't cover all the points I wanted to make so I stopped. So, Imma ramble now.
First, an observation: the OW in this situation is an utter cipher. lostalone, you are your own AP. I don't mean that in a simple, narcissistic sense, though there is an element of that. I mean it in a curiously metaphysical sense. And I think the reason I keep returning to this thread is that I know what it is to have, or want, an affair with yourself. To be limerent with, or want to be limerent, with you.
Second, with regard to how you feel when your wife cries because you've hurt her: there is a person who lives in your home who, like your mother, emotionally blackmails the other resident(s). But it's not your wife, lostone. It's you.
You are going to have to lose your wife. You are *going* to, but you are also going to *have* to. I'm sure your compartmentalization skills have served you well, because they've allowed you to keep hold of a vision of yourself that you could accept, and even feel good about. I suspect your mom offered you visions you could not accept. A personality disorder masquerading as your parent will do that for you. Compartmentalization - tuning out the nasty script - can be a necessary tool. Narcissism can be a great tool, too, because it keeps you from believing every terrible thing that is said to you about you. It can interrupt and tell you you're not that bad, even if it doesn't really know what to tell you you are. It keeps asking other people what they think, trying to hear what it wants. For a kid with a problem parent, it can be a benefit.
But tools have limitations. They wear out. They become obsolete, either because they are outdated and better ones are available, or because your life has changed and you are no longer in a situation where they are the right tools to use.
We geek atheists are as likely to have the religion gene as anyone else. The gene just expresses itself differently. We are protective of media (religious texts are media, any book, film, tv, game) that is and was meaningful to us, comforted us, illuminated us. We experience the transformative impact of media. I am grateful I had Ender's Game as a kid. I am glad I had Buffy as a young adult. I am glad I had Lois McMaster Bujold spanning the decades, and Sondheim...Sondheim, my entire sentient life. Margaret Cho's "I'm The One That I Want" explained limerence with oneself to me when I was younger, and Derek Walcott's Love After Love explained loving oneself in a way I only got five years ago. All of these are religious texts for me. And scripture is a tool.
What I wish you could have is what Muriel's Wedding was for me. I don't think it works for guys, it's too difficult for you to identify with female protagonists. I shall try to be brief. When I was 27, I saw the film. Muriel is told by her sister - a rather squat gnome of a person who seems slow - that she is terrible. "You're terrible, Muriel" is, I think, her only line. She repeats it over and over. Muriel's upbringing was beneath her. She is okay looking, but much better looking than her siblings, who look like her mom. She is determined she won't end up like her mom, who is entirely passive and downtrodden and who nobody loves. And you see things from her perspective for a long time.
But you and Muriel both figure out two truths: first, that she *is* terrible. Her sister was not the unreliable narrator. Muriel was. Second, that she should not have worried about ending up like her mom, who nobody loves. She should've worried about ending up like her dad, who loves no one. Who thinks he is too good for his own wife and family. Who is a serial cheater, who is a narcissist. And she has a right proper epiphany, and then Dancing Queen plays, and it is awesome, and I realized for the first time in my life that I. Was. Terrible.
And lostone...you are terrible, too.
It takes a lot of time to look at your tools and figure out what are really yours and which you use because your parents used them and that is what you learned but don't really belong to you, and all the other tool questions. You have got to work on that. The compartmentalization tool in particular...that one is bad. That force field you developed to keep the bad things out and let the few good things through so you could store those up to sustain you served their purpose, but it also cordoned off your ability to feel empathy. Your ability to feel anything, really, which is another reason I read the OW here as a cipher and thus not important to address. I don't think you love her, and I don't think you love your wife. Love is one of those things that you've cordoned off. And when you combine walled off empathy with being terrible, lostone, if that empathy ever gets out, your terribleness is going to hit you like you're Chaz Palminteri figuring out who Keyser Soze is. It will feel like your skin has been removed. The suffering of others will no longer be mystifying and sometimes distantly amusing to you. All your "terrible," from your whole life, there it will be, along with the realization that everyone else has known you were terrible the whole time, and they've seen and thought all the bad things, just like you feared. You will physically flinch when the memories come back. If drugs are an issue, be prepared. Your old coping mechanism is gone forever, and you will seek other routes of escape. And since you chose to have an affair, which is often used as an escape, this process may have already started.
So, as to why you are going to have to lose your wife: you aren't going to watch Muriel's Wedding, and some bomb is going to have to drop in your life to rip off your skin, and hurting your wife isn't powerful enough for you. Hurting me was enough for my husband, which is why he is still my husband. You, though...you're a tougher nut to crack, and you don't care about your job, you don't have kids. The only thing you have available to lose is your wife.
Finally, two things.
Regarding the awesome life you think you could have with OW. Read Stumbling Upon Happiness, and think about that some more.
Regarding Russian novels...are you familiar with the Superfluous Man? Some Pushkin might be good for you. It was for me. In the 21st century, women can be superfluous, too.
[This message edited by ladyvorkosigan at 5:58 AM, August 5th (Sunday)]