Hi Everyone - I wanted to give an update, 3 months in from receiving the text that would end my marriage. You all jumped in and helped me while I was drowning, threw me that life line, so I wanted to keep you posted on progress. Today is a day that could possibly trigger me because I have just pulled out my suitcase to pack for yet another business trip back to Europe - the same scenario when I got that graphic text meant for the OW from WH ("I can't wait to be inside you again. xox"). Thankfully so far so good but I really am doing well even against the whirlwind of massive life changes I've undergone in these three short months, that sometimes feel like years. It's pretty shocking to grasp all that has changed but it is also testament to the fact the change isn't as scary as we sometimes make it out to be.
One particular update that might be news to you is that in the last week or so, WH/STBXH and I have been reconnecting but only in so much as we are handling our divorce and dividing the assets. He has now paid me and made me whole for all the things we co-owned. We have been kind, civil and actually dare I say friendly with each other. As you know, karma slapped him like a bitch immediately after he showed me his true colors by seriously breaking his leg and then giving him a brain aneurysm within weeks of our breakup. He is actually now healing nicely, is back home and finally getting stronger. He should be back to his old self around the beginning of the year when he can return to work, so seems like a good time for new beginnings for all. With timing on my side, I may be newly single by the New Year. All that we await is a signature from the judge on our dissolution papers. How easy was that? So on paper, it all looks good, coming along nicely, no drama and nice and tidy.
In my heart, there is still sorrow but it lessens everyday. In it's place there is resolve and a sense of pride for having taken total control of the situation and stood up for myself - for telling the world that no one was going to treat me like that ever again. I finally lived by "fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice, shame on me." It was a very ugly lesson to learn in my first divorce but the message came through loud and clear.
I still come here and read. I find strength in the messages from those who give advice. I now also try to give advice but often times find my delivery is too much to take for most. I tend to be very black and white - "grow a pair, etc..." - and all that.
If I could give any advice at all, the most important thing I can impart is the need to make a decision either way. Those stories where indecision is at the very heart of the issue are the most painful to me. It implies limbo and to me, nothing could be worse than being in limbo. It means there is no control, it's ripe ground for ongoing betrayal, fertile conditions for "pick me" drama and a place where no action, and therefore no healing, can begin. It doesn't matter what the decision is - stay or go, try or don't try - both require action and both give purpose to the day. Everyday I pray for a decision for my brothers and sisters here at SI. It doesn't matter if it's right or wrong because course corrections are always allowed, but decision gives you purpose to get up and face each day. In the early days, that is what we need most. Purpose to get up and face each day.
I doubt my story is far from over - hell I am only 3 months in, but still I feel a sense of peace that the thing I needed most has been accomplished. That "thing" was getting out of infidelity and I did it decisively. It also meant I had to throw out the baby with the bathwater because in my case that was how strongly I felt about the infidelity. Yes, I miss having a partner, that one special person - but what I now know is that person wasn't who I thought he was. I made a mistake but it happens, a lot. I'm not special - it happens to many of us. I'm no longer beating myself up over it.
My STBXH has entered into IC. He has been through much more than I have these last 3 months and he is suffering from depression - more likely from brain surgery than the loss of our marriage, but I commended him for seeking help. I hope it helps him and I hope he learns from all of this. I wish him the best - but I wish even better for myself.
Without a doubt, not a chance I would be where I am without those of you who pulled me close and helped me hang on. Thank god for SI and all of you, each and everyone of you.
Wishing everyone a happy and joyful season - at least the best possible one under your circumstances. I'm here if you need me.
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[This message edited by TurnOtherCheek at 9:12 AM, December 6th (Tuesday)]