WW moved back in several days ago and I will not be moving out until I have first spoken with attorney. I have an appointment tomorrow. I gave her the bedroom back because, really, it was too full of her and memories. I think I was coming along much better when she was gone. I feel that everything she now does is a form of manipulation. I know she is trying hard to prove she loves me and is constantly telling me how sorry she is for what she did. She maintains that she only met him in person twice. The first time was coincidental and the second was the aborted motel meet.
If you have read my earlier post you might remember I confiscated her lap top and cell phone a few days after DD. I have continued to refuse discussing any of it with her until she gives me her passwords for lap top and cell phone. WW claims that most of the emails and texts are generic but there are a few that were ‘fantasy based’ and would send me over the edge. Her desire is that I talk with her therapist (with or without her) and after I have several meetings with her (therapist) she will give me password in the presence of the therapist. Again, I see this as more manipulation on her part.
In the weeks leading up to DDay, she consciously manipulated me into thinking I had emotional problems; to the point that I was actively making arrangements to see a shrink. She most definitely has a higher level of emotional intelligence than myself and used this to bully me into an emotionally desirable state for the sole purpose of continuing her adultery. All of this was at my expense with a total disregard to my wellbeing. I did not know she had it in her. I did not see it as it was happening. However, I had this gut feeling that I could not identify or ignore; something was not right. Thank goodness, gut feelings are located in the solar plexus and not the brain.
Ninety-nine per cent of the time I am wanting my marriage back; the way we were. I want the marriage I had and the wife I had but they no longer exist. This is the thought I have to constantly wrap my head around. When our youngest daughter left for college, WW and I were alone again, and we had plans. Our plans were to pick our lives back up where we left off at age 21, when we started having children. And we were implementing this plan. We were dating big time. We made a list of all the places we wanted to go and things we wanted to do and we were checking them off. We loved each other as much or more than ever; that electricity was back.
We were that God blessed couple who completed each other. Our love bordered on being outrageous; a fire that always had to be controlled because of kids and responsibilities. We had never stopped being romantic and daring. I could never entirely keep my hands off and WW responded likewise. Now, with kids out of the house we were going to concentrate on each other.
Then I found out she was cheating.
After getting busted, she has written me countless emails, letters, and text messages; always apologizing and begging me to let her try and explain; for me to please give her a chance. She says she is broken and can be fixed. She is working on it, trying to find out why she would do such a stupid thing. She is begging me to stay just another month.
I told her to put the genie back in the bottle and we will talk.
I have always tried to be there for her. My heart was to be there for her in whatever way she needed. This was not a job, it was a pleasure. I poured out all my love on her. I wanted to be what she needed. I guess I wanted to be ‘everything’ she needed. I would even try to anticipate her needs. But this is something I cannot fix. Whatever a man needs to be made of in order to save this kind of marriage, I do not have.
It hurts me to even be around her now. It’s like I was in love with a dream. The person she was, no longer exists. That person no longer walks the face of this earth. It’s like I am a widower, mourning the death of the life and wife I had.
I have not really had any deep conversations with my WW. My heart is still too full of love. My mind plays tricks and I see her as the person she used to be and I have to remind myself of the person she now is. Basically I give her one liners…be careful what you wish for, you might just get it…you can’t un-ring the bell…or put the genie back in the bottle. We were both virgins, and had only experienced each other. I tell her fix herself all she wants but if she can’t fix that, forget about me.
She is so confident we can get past this. She says our love for each other is stronger than any of this. I tell her to speak for herself.
[This message edited by DoneGone at 9:13 AM, April 8th (Wednesday)]