I don’t post on the Wayward forum. It usually makes me sick and angry when I come here. However, I have read everything our fellow SI-ers have said, and what they have said about me. And here is what I would like to say, and to know:
All you people who are saying I should forgive TGNM for his massive betrayal, but that it would be wrong for me to betray him: how do you arrive at that, exactly? HE is simply a sad, broken human being who made a “mistake,” while I am wicked, vengeful bitch for doing the same thing? HE should be allowed to dish out betrayal and damage with no consequences, but should not be subjected to the same treatment he blithely inflicted on me? WHY is the BS expected to eat the giant, steaming mound of shit while the WS gets a pass? Are we saying that R necessitates selling your soul and all your self-respect? Because that’s how it sounds to me. D or R, either way, I choke down sickening consequences, and all TGMN has to do is feel a little guilty and mouth the right words. Is that it? Whatever he may tell you here, he is not doing the work of R. He reads, yes, he posts on SI, he goes to IC and MC. He endures my grief. But mostly he simply sits around waiting for me to “get over it.”
I would never in a million years have thought about being with another man. I loved my H and my M. But my M turned out to be just a figment of my imagination. I was in it all alone. And my WH did not love me, at least not enough to be faithful or honest or to protect me from death and disease and humiliation and shame. So to those suggesting he “protect” me from myself… That’s laughable. TGNM only protects himself.
I hear you all that a RA could be the end of my marriage, but at this point I don’t give a damn. TGNM has already put a bullet right through the heart of our union, and it is dead, never to rise again. What we are trying to decide is whether it might be possible to build a new marriage on the ashes of the old one. Given that TGNM cheated on me for 15 of our 23 years together, with 10 different people, I’m not giving a “new” marriage great odds. I’m just holding my breath until the other shoe drops, when he cheats on me again. And then I will leave.
In the meanwhile, I have asked him for permission to experiment, yes, because unlike him, I am not a liar and am not willing to do it behind his back and lie to his face. I have absolutely NO freaking clue what my motivation is. I am hurt. I am angry. I have been rejected both personally and sexually, and I feel as ugly and unwanted and sad as it is possible to feel. I want to feel attractive again. I want someone to think I am wonderful. I want to be with someone without having actual naked photos of their previous lover in my head. But I want to do all that with WH as my Plan B, just as I was his Plan B for so many years. And I want him to volunteer for it.
I want him to volunteer to stand in my shoes. I want him to volunteer for a tiny fraction of what I have been through. I want him to show me that he is willing to sacrifice something to help make me whole again. But he isn’t. His answer to all of this is like Sister Milkshake’s: I should be a doormat, swallow down the giant shit sandwich, and not bother him with all this uncomfortable talk of “fairness.”
TGNM has described to me the amazing personal growth he experienced as a result of his As. He spent 15 years “trying on” a variety of other bodies, other styles, other flavors, while I unwittingly stuck with my “one and only.” He spent nearly 7 of those years in an LTA, meeting with OW daily, feeling the butterflies of new love, indulging every sexual fantasy he ever had (things that I would willingly have explored with him had he given me the opportunity). He told me later, explicitly, that it was the “best sex he ever had or ever will.”
Now that I found out about and interrupted his playtime, am I supposed to be grateful to him for “choosing me,” and to content myself with a lifetime of being sexual second fiddle? Why am I not entitled to the same adventures and choices that TGMN had? Maybe as some of you have suggested, I will find sex more pleasurable with someone else. Maybe I will even be able to love again. Or maybe, like TGNM, I will decide this M is what I want in the end. But I’ve been given no choices, while he has had many, at my expense. I think it’s my turn to have the choices.
FWIW, WabiSabi, your words made me cry. That is exactly how I feel: shredded and broken beyond recognition. Yes, I am in IC and am working hard to put myself back together, one tiny piece at a time. But some of my original pieces are gone and won’t ever be recovered. Others are too destroyed to ever be of use. Whatever new human being I recreate out of the wreckage TGNM left is going to look like cubist art or Frankenstein’s monster, all twisted and misshapen.
TGNM is right, it does make me feel sick to be in a place where being a madhatter looks like a better choice than simply being a chump and a loser. But it’s where I am. It CAN’T get any worse than this. I CAN’T feel any more pain than I am already in. Yes, my thinking is broken and yes, I am unhealthy. HOW COULD I NOT BE, GIVEN THAT I WAS HIT BY A TRAIN 6 MONTHS AGO?! That said, I won’t “cheat” (God, how I hate that word!) and I won’t lie, and I won’t have a secret A. If TGNM says sex with someone else would be a dealbreaker for him, I will more seriously consider D because YES, it would make him an unbearable hypocrite. Or maybe I’ll just roll over and become that pathetic doormat.