As cliché as it sounds, for some of us BS, we're actually quite clueless that we are being cheated on. For me, the shock of finding out destroyed the very foundation of my identity. Suddenly, my husband was this other man who I no longer recognized. A stranger leading a double life, pretending to be a faithful spouse and caring father, while being unfaithful on so many levels.
I was horrified and couldn't wrap my head around this complete mess that my life had become overnight.
I stopped being "me". There was an innocence of "what our relationship could have been" that was forever lost. Sadness, devastation, anger, grief, hopelessness all at once wreaked havoc in my heart and my head. Why? How could he hurt me like this? Destroy our family? My world was being ripped apart as I desperately tried to make sense of who he really was and who she was.
For a while, focusing on her kept me sane. Who was she? Why would she choose to have an affair with a married man. I fantasized about placing a skunk in her car, lol. Instead, I outed them both on a few cheater websites but have since removed the info from the ones that have allowed me to.
Then I stopped focusing on her or him. I just wanted the pain to end. So I tried to take my life. Ironically enough, he tore down the door and saved me, but I'm broken. I can't seem be fixed. Humpty Dumpty.
However, it's not her fault. She didn't marry me. He did. Unfortunately, I don't really know where to go from here. I just wanna try to be a good mom again, somehow. I don't believe that I will ever trust anyone in a relationship again.
I hope she stops harassing you, AH. She's just incredibly hurt. Hopefully, she can find the inner strength and peace to let you be.
[This message edited by evephoebe1 at 7:03 AM, January 15th (Wednesday)]