Nekorb
I will say that on some level, I think she deserves another chance.
Yes, I agree with you. She probably does deserve another chance, just not from me. She gobbled up the three chances I gave her and now wants another one. Idiot me, I would probably give her another one, except, I have none left to give. She cleaned me out. I have searched my heart but cannot find another one. She’s run out of chances and her next chance will have to come from someone other than me.
“You seemed to be terribly codependent.”
Yes, "terribly" is a good word. I was co-dependent. I did not get it earlier, but I do now. However, I am not sure that it was really a bad thing. There is a fine line between co-dependency and caring. I think that if you are in a healthy relationship, then co-dependent beliefs and behavior can lead to healthy, happy marriages.
I have always been very clear about my purpose and goals in life and have pursued them relentlessly. I enjoyed feeling successful. We had a good relationship, a great marriage and were very happy. The greatest majority of everything I have done since the day I met her has been for her; to make her happy. If she was happy and contented, so was I. Her happiness and well-being were always at the top of my to-do list. I enjoyed taking credit for her happiness. On the flip side, when she was upset, fussy, unhappy, sad, pissed off, frustrated, etc. I felt like a failure and took responsibility for that also. I took her unhappiness personal because I associated my own success as a man based upon how happy I was able to make her feel.
I think that if you love someone with all your heart and need them with all your might; good chances you are going to be co-dependent. I know, we can't "make" anyone happy. Everyone has a huge role to play in their own happiness. But at least I wanted to try to meet her emotional needs, and I expected her to meet mine. And I wanted to avoid hurting her, just as I expected her to avoid hurting me. We both believed that we had a responsibility to each other to try to make each other happy, and avoid making each other unhappy.
Things would never be the same, but that doesn't mean it would be bad.
I know what you mean and appreciate your heart, but when you say that 'things would never be the same, that means I would have to settle. I don't think I care to downgrade..
There is no shame in trying to save a marriage. It does not make you weak or less of a man
My way of thinking is that the time to save the marriage was ‘before’ she cheated and she was given the opportunity to do just that. In the months leading up to me discovering her infidelity, I noticed a certain distance that had come between us. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. It is like she wasn’t quite there. I asked her about it many times but each time she assured me that everything was alright. I was very much in tune with her and continued to have a premonition of something not being right. I worried that she had perhaps received a bad medical report and was keeping it from me. I wondered if something was going on with one of the kids and she didn’t want me to worry. Could be it was a female thing, perhaps the menopause transition… it never once occurred to me that she was having an affair. It would have been impossible for that thought to enter into my mind.
As usual, I thought her depression was something that could be fixed. Were it a health problem we would do what we had to do to take care of it. If she were worried about one of the kids, well, we’d been through that before.
What I really thought is that it was the empty nest syndrome. The youngest of our three daughters had just gone off to school. So I put the fix in. I took time off work and we spent the summer doing things we have been wanting to do for the previous 20 years. We did the things we had always talked about. We vacationed, we traveled, we had romantic dates and passionate evenings. My motto to her was, “you gotta laugh, you gotta sing, you gotta dance, you gotta let the wild child play!”
All the while, there was this undefinable distance between us. What an idiot I was. I mistook her guilt complex for something innocent that I could help her with. Her wild child was playing all right; and not just with me. The only thing that was wrong with her is that she was in conflict with her conscience. Idiot me contributed all her text messaging to missing the kids when in fact, she was missing OM. The reason she seemed to be a thousand miles away is because, in her mind, she was.
[This message edited by DoneGone at 6:03 PM, August 13th (Thursday)]