Ok, so I’ve never posted on a forum like this but I’m not sure what else to do at this point. If I wrote 2000 words here it would be hard to scratch the surface of this situation. I’ll try the cliff notes. Long read so I don’t blame anyone for skipping it. I’m sorry in advance for possibly reopening the scars of those of you hurt by someone like me. Yes, sad to say, I’m that guy..
20 years ago I married the woman of my dreams. My best friend, soul mate, lover. We lived in what felt like perfect harmony for a while. We had kids, bought a home, things got complicated but never unexpected or unmanageable. Life got more complex, the economy fell apart, I became a mess.
I turned to Steroids with the intention of competing in the physique sport but the anxiety of my situation, amplified horrifically by the Anabolic drugs, gave way to drinking excessively on top of the anabolic drugs. For those unaquinted with Steroids, they are powerful hormonal medications that can potentially impact more than just your muscles. In my case I developed symptoms closely resembling Bi Polar disorder. I looked great, felt great (or so I thought) but I was slowly becoming a Monster. My wife and I were fighting. The Fighting got worse and worse. My perception was that she had no respect for me as a human being and I used that as a pretence to do some pretty awful things.
From about 2009 until 2012, I cheated on more than one occasion; and, with more than one gender. On that note: some unresolved issues from my childhood had my questioning sexuality for most of my life. It was never an issue all these years but somehow all the drugs that I was on unearthed things that could have been left behind. I guess the silver lining in that is that it caused me to take a good hard look at things in my past. Bottom line though, I was dishonest and unfaithful. The latest affair was with a Woman to whom I would normally not give the time of day. I spent about 9 months with her. She came along and said all the right things. All the nasty stuff my wife said, she said the opposite. Where my wife looked disgusted to see me, she jumped up and down. I was sick and delusional enough to pretend that my wife was wrong; that she really wasn’t simply trying to pull me out of the Abyss and that she was just mean. I got caught with this Woman in the summer of 2012. For about 6 months after that, this woman harassed my wife and stalked me.
My wife and I have had hundreds of talks, as you can imagine, and we are in counseling. I really want this to work and I believe that she does too. I want to repair the damage that I’ve done and, perhaps in some way, make up for it (although total redemption is probably impossible). While neither of us will ever feel that happy innocents again, I want to bring peace. I’m trying but it’s not good enough. She spends hours/days/weeks reading books, probably looking on these websites. When we do talk, she tells me I’m not saying things the right way, that I don’t “get it” etc. She gets nasty and has become explosive at times. She will say things that I cannot believe come out of her mouth. In turn, I try to be patient but then I get made and yell and say stupid things.
I know that I did this. I have nightmares about it several times a week, if not more. Sometimes I cannot sleep. I have nightmares that she is cheating on me, right in front of me, and doesn’t care. At least in a dead sleep, I’m on the other side of the table and it kills. Not because of the sex but because of the betrayal. I cannot imagine what I put her through and I’m so sorry that I’ve actually thought of just ending it (for myself). I’m at a loss as to what to do now. Our conversations are becoming increasingly unproductive and I feel like where there was a glimmer of hope, things are slipping away.
I don’t want to let her go but I also can’t stand seeing her like this and if I make her that unhappy, maybe it’s time for me to end it because maybe she just can’t do it. This week it feels like we are both standing there with the shotgun in front of Old Yeller (our marriage) and neither of us want to drop the hammer. I want to make Old Yeller better if I can but I just don’t know how anymore; she is looking to me to make him better but it’s appearant that I don’t know how. For those in my shoes who made it work, what did you do; for those victimized by guys/gals like me, what worked?
Thanks for reading this e-novel.