So.... we had our first MC session last night and she admitted that she wants to stay and work things out and rekindle what we lost so many years ago. She teared up as did I. She spoke gently about us. She laughed when she recalled how we met and decided to get married (that story for another time perhaps). Our MC told us that while we were reminiscing she could tell we still have some sort of chemistry that she feels she can work with and help us. Yay? I asked our MC if we were the worst case she's seen and she said no. But maybe she says that to everyone. In any case, I felt relieved and, dare I say it, hopeful. I made an appointment for IC (which won't start for a few weeks unfortunately), but that's not a big deal because I'm here for the long haul. BW thinks I have self-esteem and anxiety issues. Maybe "impulse-control disorder" which I guess is similar to boundary and self-control issues? I.e. I have a hard time saying "no"... Throw in a little anger management since I'm quick to get irritated, especially when interrupted. So yeah, good times.
Right now, however, you seem to be regarding this whole thing as "something that happened to you." Something you can *fix.*
But that's just it.. I know I'm broken now; am I not trying to fix me? How is it wrong to regard it as that. Let me be clear: I made bad, horrible, evil choices that there is no excuse for and then I lied about those choices. But why can't I feel better that we're identifying these things together and I'm admitting to them? I'm not trying to minimize what happened or her pain and maybe my tone right now is too cheerful or whatever, but knowing she *wants* to stay and she *wants* to try and she *wants* things to be as they were and she *wants* to believe that I can be that man again.. *her* man.. It brings a joy to my heart I can't even describe. I was in such pain (I know, I know, I'm the betrayer, so boo hoo for me) but now, even knowing she still could work on herself and decide she's better off without me, even with that in mind I'm comforted and thrilled to hear her say she does want things to work out. Because that's a start. I know that's not a promise of reconciliation, but is that not a gift in itself? A gift I don't deserve, to be sure, but can't I feel happy about it? A wonderful shining 24-karat gold nugget of hope. Right now I feel there's nothing that can't be accomplished; no mountain that can't be moved. I am determined and I *will* talk through things, either with her or in counseling and I will get to the bottom of all of my flaws. I *will* keep my head down and my nose clean. No porn. No facebook. No temptations. Lots of family time and togetherness and healing; as much as she lets me. I know full-well we're on "the rollercoaster" and it hasn't even been a full week. I know it could be weeks or even months before she even lets me touch her again, but I just don't know why it's so wrong for me to feel a little hope.
I feel like people here don't want me to have hope this early on. I hit rock bottom yesterday. I sat with my dogs and stared off into space and felt numb. I daydreamed about the lonely little apartment I would have and how I'd be sitting at my little kitchen table eating cold soup from a can. Today is better. I guess I feel a little bit guilty that today *is* better, like I don't deserve it to be -- at least in the regard of having some hope. Isn't feeling hope better than feeling hopeless? Despite what you might think I *am* taking the hard look at myself. And yes, I'm proud of myself for doing so. Is that wrong? I don't want this to ever happen again or sugar coat anything or sweep anything under the rug, but I feel your measuring eyes weighing me and judging me if I feel anything other than horrible right now.
I still know I caused all this and I still feel like the biggest, dumbest f-up ever; an a-hole of epic proportions; but I feel better that positive steps are being taken. Positive things are being done. Positive words are being spoken. Questions asked, answers given. But it's more gentle now. At least I think it is. Isn't that a good thing? I'm just thinking out loud and maybe this is just an "up" on the rollercoaster. Just trying to make sense of my feelings today. I'm still a big POS and maybe I'm still being selfish for having some hope; for seeing that ray of sunlight break through the clouds. She wants to stay! At least for the moment I will take strength from that light. I'm sure this is going to upset someone somehow, so I'll keep the stop sign. I thought of not posting this at all, but isn't that the whole point of this forum? That we help each other recover? Are my feelings today not valid? Is having hope today continue to make me selfish?