The most important thing to me in my life has been collecting memories, awesome experiences and great stories. It's why I like to travel so much. I know everyone enjoys collecting memories, but it's a particular joy of mine. Every time I do something new, travel somewhere new, experience something fun and fascinating, I take that memory and I place it happily in a little display case in my mind. This is where I have derived most of the essential happiness in my life.
In the almost 8 years that we've been together, my WH and I collected so, so many memories together. I treasured them, and this is where I derived a large portion of my sense of accomplishment. A month ago, when I finally got the whole truth and found out that WH had been either cheating, covering up cheating, or lying the entire time we'd been together, including before our wedding, every one of those memories, the most cherished pieces of my "experience collection", feels ruined.
Our wedding
Our honeymoon
Dozens of trips
Standing next to him at parties
Christmases and holidays
Fun times I had by myself when it turns out he was at home cheating
Etc.
That's pretty much my entire 20's. I have made good headway in getting conquering quite a few of the negative emotions involved in this, but I can't even think about anything in my "display case" without sobbing, to telling myself I'll just have to write off those memories and start again. I know that's insane and silly, but that's how I feel.
I can't bear it, and I'm trying to work on myself. I feel partially like I'm doing this to myself with this kind of absolutist thinking but I haven't been able to stop. How can I recast these things in my mind? I feel like if I could just find a new way to think about these things, a realistic way that included the joy I felt then, I'd do much better.
I know logically that I was happy then, that I had fun then, that I enjoyed that, that I still did all those things and saw all those things and went all those places, that the memories still "count", but my pain responds, "Yeah, half the fun was doing that with the one you love, confident in the fact that he loved you as much as you loved him, and feeling safe because you were with the one person who treasured you. But he was actively lying to you during all of those times and was emotionally absent while you, like a naive idiot, dragged him through the wide world. You were experiencing one thing, he was experiencing another."
So the memories hurt. Is there a better way to think about this? Has anyone been able to re-cast all that in a better way, for their own peace of mind?
[This message edited by Thessalian at 8:21 PM, February 11th (Tuesday)]