I do not believe it possible for my WW to ever understand the damage done to my mind. In this way, I feel she's far too quick about "moving on" and I have told her exactly that. As a matter of fact I sent her this message a few days ago when I reached a break point, stopped responding to her and she became unsettled:
"I'm in an awful place. It feels like our relationship is stuck in a wash, rinse, repeat cycle and it's maddening for me. I don't want to have the kids feel I am angry with them or that I think they are bad so I am at the shop.
Communication is getting worse for us, not better. I hear you ask me, "is there anything you want to talk about?" But if I'm open with you about it, I feel like you dread me actually taking you up on the question...and that you know I feel that way. Yet, the duty to ask has been completed, it can be checked off the to-do list and no more effort is necessary because, technically, you already asked me. Sex is introduce as a conflict-sedative and then "all is well" for a time. So my insides build up because there is no real emotional communication for me and I am left feeling emotionally stranded.
From when you opened a dialog with me in Feb. 2019 through Oct. 2019, you asked me "is there anything you want to talk about/ask me" countless times. I can't speak of how genuinely you ask me these days. But in 2019 I learned how my questions didn't merit honest answers, expressing my well-founded doubt was discredited and my feelings were punishments according to you. So now I don't speak regardless of how terrible I may feel and you don't do more than repeat a question that you know I'll not speak on. Because I perceive that you understand this cycle, and real communication is nonexistent, this becomes my reality. My gut feels like you want to avoid hearing my pain because it makes you feel bad and if that comes at an emotional cost to me you ignore that. But this is not a new thing I am sharing with you. I've shared this how many times now?
In general, the most I can bring myself to express is how I feel about stuff around the house. When I start to feel as though my superficial expressions about the house are not respected, everything just becomes too much again and the feelings of being alone are compounded. I've expressed how the long history of you treating me unwelcome in the very homes I worked hard(which was simultaneously under fire/mocked) to pay for created scar tissue. You may see home/kid things as very minor but I lived feeling very disrespected by you for many years and even though I'm not going to beg you for respect or shed a tear about it, that doesn't mean I'll ignore the implications of disrespect. It becomes just another problem to deal with.
I also see the good when you step out of your comfort zone for me. But shortly after you start to do things which show me effort in the areas I need it most, you always stop. You always have a reason or excuse for halting....but still, the effort ends. I don't bring it up and it remains halted. But if I express myself, it's "punishment", you turtle up, we have sex...wash, rinse, repeat... The same way I came home last week and you told me how you can't listen to the audio book anymore because it makes you feel bad and is too much. When you did this you were even a bit hot towards me and said how I "constantly bring the audio book up" which was not accurate. I've keenly paid attention to when I have said anything about audio books, videos, websites, etc. But what exactly do you think it is that I live with every day [WW's name]? Do you believe that as you can make a choice to not listen to an audio book, I can decide to not expose myself to all the things done to me that make me feel awful? That I can flip a switch and the thing that wants to harm me is no longer effective? When you do things like this you are essentially saying that you'd rather not experience my pain and you're good with me being stranded on an emotional island.
When I look at how this cycle continues I ask myself, why at the core of our relationship do I feel no more able to openly speak with you than I did a year ago? Why does it feel like my wife is unwilling to expose herself to the pain she was the source of? Why do I feel as though I am traveling this road of betrayal recovery alone?
Now this is out of the way, I am getting back to work in the shop to try and keep my mind occupied with something productive."
Yesterday, I think my words began to actually sink in and I've seen a quality change in attitude. Right now, I am not getting my hopes up. I've seen flashes in the pan...but I am open to change also.
I don't know any of you but I do have buddies who experienced something similar and I've observed men suffer in a way woman just don't understand when it comes to a BS (...not that they don't have their own version which is the same VS husbands). If I had to guess, I would guess that many BH's could echo my sentiment (at some point) in this message I gave my WW. Some may opt to check out before this type of conversation happens. Other BH's may say it, it fall on deaf ears and they tire of repeating themselves. The best would be for a WW to step out of her comfort zone and learn to really try to empathize with the man she damaged. But there may be a circumstance/group of BH's for which my words would never apply.
Anyone that experiences anything similar to WWTL ...I just don't know... My man, I read your story and it's so very very awful. Not just because of how it played out but the outright tragedy of the circumstances and how you speak of it after walking away (the love you had for her appears to still be there but appears to be damaged beyond repair). To know that kind of love and have it ripped away for something so temporary and stupid... you've my empathy and it breaks my heart for you.
One can move on with life and be happy - even when staying with the person "who did them in."
Doff of the Fedora to My First for putting into words far better than I regarding the cucked BS is never again going to be in the same place. Under this - the question is "why we stay." (Finances be damned)
WWTL - five years of trying and sill on his mind I bet every day.