((sadbuttrying))....I came out of a long hiatus to say I feel every word you said. I could have written this post, except for the "going to the gym" part
, though I should get back to that!
I too had more momentum earlier on. Maybe I'm slow to process the stages, but I still feel anger 5 years out. Not a day goes by without the unpleasant memory of it. Even so, I'm sure we will make it if I can. I'm not sure if happily....I find myself working harder at the latter these days.
My husband initially had the same concerns with "what if you can't forgive me?" Early on I thought that was his fear talking. I now believe, cynically perhaps, that he was looking for some kind of guarantee while weighing whether to even put in the effort. He has, but as we've slipped back into normalcy and lost the extra effort, I realize it just doesn't feel like enough for me anymore....our life...this baggage.
I feel that since DDay I've been circling a black hole (or a toilet bowl
) and have given everything I have to escape the pull. I'm also starting to feel that there IS no point on the horizon that if I could just get to it, THEN I can just coast....let my guard down...relax. I'm tired, occasionally bitter, and I don't want to be this person anymore.
After a particularly rough year that includes moving, career change for both, loss of parent, grandparent; and the typical background noise of a child with autism, health issues, and heart-breaking isolation and bullying problems at school; I frequently dream of a better, more care-free life. I love my family, but that fantasy doesn't always include them, especially my husband and his affair....sometimes it just gets as far as getting in the car and driving somewhere...
[This message edited by ChinaDoll73 at 7:14 AM, February 23rd (Friday)]