Hi all
Thanks again for all your responses.
I’ve not found much time to respond this week. Working all week, playing happy family for a couple of hours after work until the little one is in bed and then talking until the early hours has meant there’s been little time to do anything.
It’s weird. I don’t know how I feel, like literally don’t know how I feel. But it’s not a case of thinking one thing one minute and the polar opposite the next, it’s like I’m not feeling anything.
I’m listening to music whilst I write this. I haven’t listened to music for what feels like months. It’s not been months, at best a couple of weeks, but I love music. It’s been a daily part of my life since I discovered The Prodigy when I was 14 or something. It wasn’t the first record I bought, that was Aisha by Death In Vegas. I don’t know why I’m writing this down, maybe’s it a ploy to distract myself.
The empty feeling of worthlessness hasn’t gone anywhere though. I reckon that’s gonna stick around for a while.
With that exception I’m numb. I’ve read that it’s normal to feel this way but in all the stories I’ve read the affected have only been numb for a couple days and then started to feel the raw emotions of it all. I don’t know what’s happening – am I numb still and at any point I’m going to fall apart. In my first post I said I was breaking down, at that point I was feeling destroyed, I couldn’t believe what was happening but thinking about it I’ve suffered this for months now, I’ve been suffering since the day I recorded her phone conversation. The question I keep asking is, is there some ridiculous strength in me that I never knew I had, or am I subconsciously delaying the inevitable? Writing it down sounds terrifying, but I’m not feeling scared, I’m just not feeling anything.
I think a lot of it is that I don’t believe I know absolutely everything yet. The couple months have taught me that when she’s lying she crawls inside herself, you know that point where all facial expressions disappear and they almost seem to shrink in front of you? There’s been a lot of that recently, and whilst it’s subsided more recently I still see it every now and again. I thought about begging, but I’ve had to do that twice already and I made a promise to myself that I will never do that again, ever.
Does anything of this make sense? Could it be possible that I’m shutting out every emotion that I have because I know there’s more to come? If she never tells me will I ever be able to move on? Or is it all in my head? Is this just a by-product of a shitty situation?
She’s seen her first session with an IC today. She told me what time it was, and I checked the tracking app we have but I wasn’t sure where the session was so I wondered if she had actually gone to see one.
She’s been doing some soul searching I think.
I feel positive about this, but we’re now being faced with a rabbit hole that I don’t know I want to enter. Suppose after a few months we decide to give reconciliation a go and she then comes to the realisation that she never really loved me and leaves? Fuck! But then on the side of the coin, could I leave without giving it a chance, without giving it all my effort?
I’ve got some soul searching to do too.
I’ve got an appointment tomorrow with my doctor and I told my mum about the affair. The IC is going to hear about the porn addiction, the low self-esteem problems, and the affair, but not my mum. I told her about the low self-esteem and I wanted to tell her about the porn but I wasn’t able to. I think I know why, and without going into detail something happened to me when I was in my early teens, it wasn’t abuse or anything like that, but I think it is in some way responsible for the porn addiction I have. At the moment I feel it’s too hard to admit it to her.
But despite all that, she knows, and I know that she knows, and she knows that I know that she knows. But it’s never been spoken about. Maybe one day it will but not today.
It felt good to talk to someone. I’d not told anyone much before, I told a colleague who is currently going through a lot more than I am – she has it bad at the moment, and she broke down in front of me and I guess I felt it easy to be vulnerable in front of her because she was so vulnerable in front of me. The environment I work in means it’s practically impossible to have a private conversation so there isn’t going to be any scope to discuss this at work unless I open up to everyone, which I won’t do. But it felt good talking to my mum the first time, she was upset so I could be upset too. The second time was a bit odd for me. She was telling me what I suppose any mother would say; she was being nice to me, listing my qualities in her eyes and being complimentary. But then she told me I didn’t deserve this, and she apologised. And I didn’t like that. I know that it was a ‘I’m sorry this is happening to you’ apology but still it wasn’t nice.
I’ve been thinking about revenge a bit, not towards my wife but towards Mr A. I don’t think I actually want revenge, I just want to be able to feel something, I want to feel anger. Actually that’s not true, I know the anger is there. I can feel it trying to come out every now and then, only for it to be supressed a little while later. I want to unleash it. I want to feel it. I want to use it towards him. I want him to ring me. I’m going to his wife tomorrow and I will be so disappointed if he doesn’t call. I won’t call him though. I feel a bit undignified calling him. I also want to believe that he doesn’t deserve my time. Time is precious, he’s taken my wife off of me, he doesn’t get to take me time off of me. That is unless he rings me first, then he can have hours! It’s weird.
I’ve been eating a lot. I have always struggled to put weight on and through November and December I didn’t eat very well at all. No breakfast, no lunch, no snacks. And that was a good day. I lost weight and being conscious about my weight already it affected me. I was worried that it would just get worse. But it hasn't. I’m eating breakfast, big lunches at work and a big meal for dinner. I’m even eating snacks after dinner.
I’m getting through work just about, I spend a lot of time procrastinating, but I’m not a mess. I find myself struggling to find the drive to do my work. But I’ve been fairly unhappy in my job for a while now. Looking back I’ve not really had the support at home to deal with the stresses of work and I think I’ve supressed a lot of the ill feelings and just carried on with things as they are. But it’s been different the last few days, I found some inspiration. I am inspired, or at least if I was able to feel something I think this is what I’d be. I’ve updated my resume, I applied for a few jobs and I’ve got an interview. I said to myself, ‘you know what, you ain’t that bad’, and I smiled. And it was a genuine smile.
I just don’t know if I’ll be feeling that tomorrow. I don’t know what’s happening. I’m either dealing with this insanely better than I thought I would do or I’m about to hit a wall of pain so much harder than I ever expected was possible.
How did you guys handle things? Is what I’m doing normal behaviour? Am I experiencing some sort of sadistic high and should I expect a massive come down soon?