DDay was 11 weeks ago. The first month was brutal: TT from WH, constant contact from OW, and I suicidal and drowning daily in whatever tidal wave of emotion -- rage, sorrow, pain, doubt, fear -- presented itself.
Since then I have learned to dog paddle. OW was served with a cease & desist, and did. WH is remorseful, and working very hard to fix what he broke. We're in counseling, his, mine and ours. And we're making progress.
We've talked more, and more honestly, than we have in years. He thanks me daily for the opportunity to continue living with me, and apologizes for the hurt he knows he's caused. We've rediscoved our enjoyment in one another's company. HB happened, then faded, then returned in the form of a rational, lovely (albeit tenuous) emotional and physical intimacy like the one we had in our early years. I've let myself be vulnerable -- it's hard not to be, when you are as broken as I feel -- and he has rewarded that vulnerability with tenderness, kindnenss and care.
Which is why it was such a gut punch last night when -- in a cozy moment as we were falling asleep -- he called me her pet name.
We both realized immediately what had happened, and time sort of froze. He didn't mean to hurt me, he apologized immediately, and he swears he was not thinking of her. Since he said my name immediately before the pet phrase, I sort of believe him. But it kills me just the same.
He associates those tender, warm, happy feelings we were sharing with someone who is not me. He has been more intimate with her in 7 years than he and I have been in 22. It wasn't just a bubble fantasy world: he really loved her, more than he loved me. He chose me in the end, yes, but her ghost will be around forever. There is a tiny chance that if we both work very, very hard, we might be able to salvage a relationship worth being in. But it is equally possible that we could struggle for years, and still end up deciding that D is only workable solution.
These are the dark, hopeless thoughts I am drowning in today. I hurt today as much as I did those first weeks. And D is seeming like the easier way out.
Anybody have a life jacket handy?
[This message edited by krsplat at 11:41 AM, May 19th (Monday)]