Exactly. ^^^
Far from being the winner, her behaviour exemplifies that of a bad loser.
If her intention was to take you down, all the way or even just a peg or two, she hasn’t succeeded in either. Yes, your eyes have been opened to the malice that exists in this world, and on your doorstep too, but it is good to identify the enemy.
Yes, your marriage has been torn asunder and yet her current behaviour has you both uniting against a common enemy. It’s a shame your WH did not see the Trojan horse for what it was, but it used weapons of flattery, sex and cheap thrills to keep him looking the other way from the real business at hand. That he now sees beneath the mask to her malevolence and wish to destroy you does not mean she has won either. She is rumbled, exposed, revealed. Reduced to keying a car. It’s deeply frustrating but significant for its expression of impotence.
Re your home, I go back to what I said in an earlier post. The home is you, and you are intact and you will find that increasingly as you heal, renewed, fortified, more resilient and more alive to the complexities of the world. The process of healing needs us to take pleasure and gratitude for small things, birds singing, scent of a flower, as antidote for the bombshell that has been dropped on us. Not just as some kind of distraction but where real meaning can be found.
As to the home with your WH that has been torn asunder also. To some extent, it has revealed faultlines that can be worked on, whether that be your WH’s failure to protect it from marauding forces - whether from ennui with himself, complacency, naivety, or some twisted complicity has yet to be discovered - and the significance of figures between you like his first wife that needed interred and reburied.
It is a learning opportunity - or at least it was for me, and again for me, a wake up call to my life. I can see that will sound horribly Polly-annaish at this point, when you and WH are living separately out of suitcases, avoiding your home because of vindictive and spiteful craziness next door. But still I have this image of this tiny little angry toddler of OW crying and screaming beating on your solid unassailable door to be let in, like the real wizard of Oz behind the curtain, small, narcissistic tiny person who can not reduce you, no matter how hard she tries. To some extent, she could be seen as any external force sent to try us in this life. But as to her having won, surely her hatred of you must only ultimately represent her hatred of herself and no house, home, neighbourhood can help her escape from herself.
Anyhow, I really am not trying to persuade you of anything. These things are a process and you are currently living out of a suitcase. I suppose I just wanted to say that it will get better, you will feel better. Perhaps the notion of surrender that you’re espousing can be uncoupled from the specificity of OW, into a more Buddhist sense of surrender, which I hope might be bring you some peace.
[This message edited by Edie at 4:12 AM, April 8th (Monday)]