Well that worked out pretty interestingly. One year and 1,000 posts since DDay. What better time to give an update, right? I’ve said some of this to others privately, but I thought to post it here because I know you all have so much wisdom to offer. And apologies in advance for the length and for my stream of consciousness style.
I’ll cut right to the chase. I wish I could say everything is rosy and honky dory and peaches and cream, but it’s not. I've changed a great deal in the past year and unfortunately not for the better. I am quieter, more withdrawn, and at times bitter, sad, and angry. Not all at one time and it's not pervasive, but I was a very happy person a year ago. I am much less so now. The past three months have been affair season and it hit me a great deal harder than I thought it would. Because depending on the day, it would hit me that exactly one year ago she was out having sex with her AP. Without a care for me or our family. As long as she got hers, and damned the consequence or the pain she caused. I know intellectually that it’s really not like that. That it wasn’t about us or me, etc., but that doesn’t really help me much.
Let me say that my wife, to give her credit, has done everything humanly possible to help R along. She’s been in IC for nearly a year. We learned a great deal. Her FOO issues, her desire/”need” for validation and approval. Her pregnancy and subsequent miscarrying our twins a few months before she started her relationship with her AP. The possible impact of all that. The sense of loss as well as the chemical imbalance that can cause. Grief. Our daughter’s marriage (by the way, said daughter is expecting our first grandchild this fall!) and what that meant to her in light of our losing our babies. How we communicate. How we interact. Our love languages. We’ve been busy.
We are intimate again, although not like we were – there is timidity there. Not quite apprehension, but a certain level of carefulness – like we are both holding back. Me, because I don’t know that I trust her or myself to be that vulnerable again. Her, because she’s taking cues from me, perhaps? Doesn’t want to force the issue? Remember, it was over 7 months from DDay before we had sex to begin with so I kind of get it. I still have mind movies, but they're not as debilitating as before. Just painful. Sex sometimes does not go very well as those thoughts intrude - knowing what she did with him. What she shared with him that will never be just for us anymore. I trigger. A lot.
We talk. She initiates conversation and things to do together. She tells me everything about her life now and asks after mine. She’s been interviewing for a job as well. She doesn’t berate herself anymore. But she does reference her affair and how it has impacted me and our family and how she wants to do whatever she can to help ease my hurt and pain. She doesn’t wait for or expect me to tell her I love her (tough question that - I think I do but it’s hard to focus on it). She just tells me she loves me and shows it. She goes the extra mile for me in her way; quietly, without fanfare. She knows my love language is action and so she makes sure to do those things that will let me know that she’s thinking of me and that she loves me. I do appreciate all she’s doing and tries to do.
But despite all of the above, I haven’t been in a good place in a while. For a few months now actually. I don't know if I've been depressed exactly, but lethargic is a good term. I gained 15 pounds. I hate it. I loathe myself like this. I'm slim. Or I was. 15 pounds? I can't remember when I was like this. But I don't have the wherewithal to run and exercise. No motivation. I'm also angry. Not at my wife per se. I don't yell or berate her or say nasty things. I just withdraw and become quiet or morose. My wife deals with my moods differently depending on something - I haven't quite figured out what yet. At times, she’s like a little bunny rabbit, scared of the slightest provocation and she'll stay away from me and give me space. Other times she’ll ask me to share my thoughts with her. To tell her what I’m feeling. To let it out and unload on her if I need to. Or, she'll come over to me and just hug me and tell me how much she loves and how sorry she is she hurt me like this and did this to me and to us. And then she’ll try and get me involved in something else so I don’t fall into a deep funk. And sometimes we do one and other times the other. And that's all fine and dandy, but at the end of the day, when all is said and done all I'm left with is basically an "I'm sorry. I'll never do it again." But it's already been done, right? Horses and barn doors and stables and all that.
So I think this is on me. Whether her affair is in fact a deal breaker for me. Honestly, I don’t know what I’m expecting. Not to hurt anymore? But maybe I’m expecting too much too soon. Am I simply too early in the 2-5 year timeframe? Tell me.
Basically I need a swift kick in the pants because I'm in a mode of questioning whether this is all worth it or not. That I'll drag this out for another year or two and then determine that it's still a no go for us. And then why the hell would I torture myself over the next few years if the result might very well be the same anyway? I chose R because I wanted my family back. I wanted my wife back. My family was the most important thing in the world to me and I wanted us back. But maybe that's not realistic. Or maybe that's just not good enough of a reason anymore. And perhaps my wife is gone, or at least the person I thought she was is gone and now there’s this new person and I’m not sure she’s someone I really want. Or maybe this was who she was all along and it took her affair for me to find that out? What I do know now is that I had her up on a pedestal that while she deserved for some things, in the end she’s human just like the rest of us. Eyes open I guess.
I don’t think things are as bad as reading this might lead you to believe. We do have good days and good times and I’m not always like what I’ve described, but still...
So, is this normal? To feel this way? Is my recent funk because of affair season? Symptomatic of something else? Any thoughts, resetting my expectations, similar or contrasting experiences, 2x4’s, advice, etc., would be greatly appreciated.
Thanks as always.