Walloped,
I have been reading your posts over the weeks and reflecting on it a lot. I have similarities with you (same number of kids, spouse has been the only one I have been with, around the same age etc.). So it was easy for me to connect with your story.
I am almost 11 months out from Dday. I wish I would have found this website from day 1.
I consider myself very lucky, in that I have an extremely remorseful WH. My H had been so sick of living a double life (he was in it for a 2 years with multiple A's. Not emotionally vested in these women, more, they were occasional friends with benefits.
Anyway, I digress...) I stumbled upon some emails.... he confessed to everything. I thought I would die that night.
He let me see his NC and approve it and he let me put a tracker on his phone, he provides me with his schedule and if he is running late invites me to come so I can see he is doing what he says he is doing. etc. So in all those ways I have been very lucky....but I wish it was as easy as that to then call myself healed.
From day one, I chose reconciliation. I say that, because for the past 20 years I had never contemplated divorce and then on one day...Dday, divorce was an option and I was terrified... I couldn't imagine divorce.
I say this because what I learned over the year is that I should have given myself at least a year to make that decision. I was new to this and didn't understand just what kind of horrific rollercoaster ride I was in for.
I was smart enough to give myself a year to grieve, and not worry about if my house was as clean as it used to be or if meals were as regular etc. I knew I needed to take care of me. I didn't anticipate the resentment though that deciding on dday to R would be.
I still am happy in R but it's taken time. I have called him every name in the book....and guess what? I didn't care. I didn't care if it wasn't Christian or if it would hurt his feelings. I didn't care. (I did all of this on car rides to protect the kids from hearing anything...they still don't know and I am extremely grateful.)
What I learned is as I grew more independent over the year I realized I could stand on my own and I was happy with me. I was complete. I remembered that I can't rely on anyone to make me happy. It's has to come from within.
So....that is what led me to being resentful over what I viewed as my hasty decision to R for my family. I told my H at the end of summer that I needed to stay for me. So, I took off my wedding ring and replaced it with a cheap ring (so the kids would not notice a bare finger) just so I felt like I had my say. I really thought I would keep my ring off for a long time but after about a week in, I had a conversation with my H and I asked him what life with him would look like moving forward. He knows I am gun shy now. He knows I can't trust him blindly like I used to. He knows it TERRIFIES me to put all of my fears aside and jump into a life with him again.
When he told me all the things that he envisioned our future life would look like and all the goals he had for us and our children, I pondered hard and the next day I texted him a picture of me wearing my wedding ring. I told him "I choose you. I will hold you to everything you promised me and I will not compromise." I put my wedding ring back on and finally have a little closure. The feeling in my marriage is different. I am happier married now than before which is crazy to consider because I was so in love with my H before...he was a great husband but I learned on day he was broken. He had to put in the hard work and learn why and fix himself.
I think when you have been in hell together and have to literally crawl your way out, you gain a connection with each other that you would not otherwise have. Going through hell together can bind you in a way that nothing else will. I believe when you get to the other side together, there is something beautiful and almost sacred about the experience. I am still a long way from totally healed but I am at the point now where I can see glimmers of light in what used to be the darkest pit of blackness.
I wish you all the best in whatever decision you make.
[This message edited by hopeforthefuture94 at 12:45 PM, September 19th (Saturday)]