The past day or so has been rough for me.
I don’t know what to do with all the photographs.
We have thousands of photos from our walks and trips and hikes. I was completely present in those moments. I was grateful to not be working and to be outside. I especially liked to walk a little behind my wife, son, and dog and photograph them walking ahead of me. Or video them just walking. The sight of those three tiny figures that mean so much to me choked me up. It never got old.
I would think that in that frame was the most important group of people in my life. My entire universe in a frame. The backgrounds varied. Mountains, beach, forrest. But it was always my wife, my son, and our dog.
And then there are the happy pictures of us. Awkward blurry selfies. Formal pictures. Group pictures. So many of them. Smiles. Kisses. Hugs. Goofy faces.
It all seems so fake.
When we were walking together, we would pass the location where they would make out and fuck and she would think of him while I thought of her and my boy and how beautiful the place was and how great it was to be outside with he people I loved the most.
What do I do with the photographs? What do I do with these memories? What do I do with these places? These are the most beautiful places where we live. Stunning scenery. Peaceful. Quiet. Ripe for self-reflection and contemplation. And also for adultery apparently.
I can not go there anymore. But they went everywhere. Every place seems tainted and dirty. Even the mundane places. Parking lots and grocery stores where they used to meet seem like they are shaming and mocking me.
Thank God I am moving. But these places are so beautiful I would have come here time and again for the rest of my life. I like seeing how they change with the seasons - like the shadows on a sand dune as the sun moves across the sky. These places are so beautiful all year. I don’t see the beauty anymore. I just see betrayal and lies.
TheDarkestTime.- You are very correct in your view. Do you think I should have my wife explain in detail to her friends and family what she did? And what I was doing while she was having her affair? I am certainly not going to put the responsibility of my decisions on you, but I’d love to hear your opinion. I will discuss with my therapist before I do anything. But I have been tempted to ask her come clean not just to me but to her friends and family. I know she has lied prodigiously to them as well. Apparently she was talking to one of her friends the other day. She gave her friend some more details and her friend said to her “You lie by omission.” Obvious to me. This is something I have told her before. But coming from her friend, it seemed to have had more of an impact.
Nekonimida - I have serious doubts about whether she can do the work it will take to fix things. She is lazy and immature. She runs from her problems and expects others to fix them for her. I think she has been doing that her how life. But she is saying that she wants to do what it takes. She actually put together a timeline last night. I thought it would take about 10 minutes. It took over an hour and a half and 3 full legal pad pages. It was hard for her. But she did do that. We went over it in detail. More stuff came out. Explicit stuff. Romantic stuff. It was really painful. I was angry. I cried. She cried more. I didn't think I could experience this much pain for so long. But from what I understand this is just the beginning. Thank god we forget pain. Just thinking about it makes the tears start up again. That has become a familiar feeling. The welling of tears in the lower lids. The clasping of my chest. The tickle as they roll down my cheeks. Miserable.
Going off on tangents.
She was very apologetic. I think she is starting to understand the extent of what she has done.
As for my boy. You may be right Nekonamida. But that is not the life I imagine or hope for him. My childhood was unstable and chaotic and the one thing I wanted was to give my boy a happy loving, stable childhood. It’s too late for me. But I have to give him that. Otherwise my life has no meaning. That is my sole purpose. To make sure he is ok. I have to protect him. And love him. And make sure he is happy to the best of my ability. I feel like I failed him already. I spent too much time working and not enough on my marriage. I think my intentions were good, but the outcome has been a disaster. I was hoping that once our business was up and running and he was a bit older he could work in the business with me and that would make up for some of the time that I was away.
I know kids are resilient and many blended households work beautifully. But I can’t give up on my dream for my boy just yet. I have to try. I hope that is not selfish.
As for the health repercussions. Yes. I think about them all the time. All of this work is literally killing me. I don’t sleep enough. I eat like shit. I don’t exercise. I am constantly stressed. But the whole idea was to take on all this extra work for a finite period of time. Just a few more months until our business was up and running. Then one job. Being my own boss. More income. More free time. More flexibility. Working and spending more time with my spouse. The trade off was supposed to be worth it. It is something that I have been working on for sometime. And the fruit of my labors will be harvested soon. And then this.
CuckNO - the talk was really hard. I can stay calm and receptive for so long. Then my emotions get a hold of me. I get angry. I lash out. Nothing I say or hear is satisfying. Even when I tell her how much she hurt me and why she hurt me. Even when she responds with tears or remorse or regret. There is no satisfaction. There is no satisfaction in being right.
I have to be conscious of not taking on the victim mentality. It is easy and tempting.
wk - thank you. you responded and told me exactly what I needed to hear when I needed to hear it. You are very correct and stated it nicely. “She was focused sexually on him.” I’m not sure why should wouldn’t have masturbated to him. It was just a painful detail to hear. She showers before bed and then kisses me goodnight. For her to do that before coming to bed to me just was another arrow in my heart.
jb3199 - there is nothing like a dose of truth and reality. Your comments have it in abundance. I think you have very accurately described my current situation and what needs to be done if there is going to be any reconciliation.
This is an odd notion. But I do think of this forum as a safe space (even though its the internet). I am trying to be brutally honest about things here. Do you guys think its a good idea to share some of the advice on here with my wife or even share this thread? Probably a dumb idea.
She doesn’t know I’m on here (Yes, I’m being secretive about it. Sue me.)
What about NMMNG. Should I share that book with her? To understand me better? Probably another dumb idea.
I think you guys can see what kind of a person I am. I have a hard time keeping important things from my wife. That is what my idea of what a marriage is supposed to be.
These circumstances are very different though. That’s why I’m asking.