Sorry folks for the lapse in posting. My wife woke up yesterday in a COMPLETELY different state of mind than the night before.
We had breakfast and coffee on our deck. She was kind and compassionate and actually APOLOGETIC for how harsh she was the night before. I thanked her but told her she had no reason whatsoever to apologize or feel bad. That I caused all of this.
We actually talked at length about compartmentalization. My wife has been in therapy before (when her mom died, when she had post-patten depression after our first two children, at other times too before I met her I think). So she knows a lot about the topic. She said compartmentalization is a normal coping mechanism, and it's fine when used "healthily". Her example of this was "my mom died. I'm having a hard day. But I have an important meeting, so I need to put those feelings, my reasons and the consequences in a box temporarily and put on my game face". She says she compartmentalizes all the time; she's doing it now as part of this process. She agreed emphatically with your assertion, ChamomileTea, that my capacity to compartmentalize "unhealthily" (read: destructive) IS THE MONSTER.
Then I had a couple of quick conference calls. And then INEXPLICABLY AND AMAZINGLY to me, my wife invited me to go to the spa with her!!! We took a nice drive. Strolled around the pool, had lunch, swam, and had massages and came home. We talked, she let some more anger out but it wasn't explosive. She talked about HER compartmentalization. About how her anger at my financial irresponsibility was in one box, and my extreme infidelity was in another box. She's been focusing mostly on "box 1" because it's more tangible, less of a "game ender" than box 2. She says she knows that the only way to address box 2, ultimately, is either complete foregiveness, or divorce. And she think she doesn't (never has) known HOW to forgive...so she's conflicted about that box and ignores it, knowing that if she opens it, she could explode in a way that would be irreparable for her. My email the other day, with details she DID MOT want to know triggere "a little bit" of that. She also said that her 90-day timeline is not a firm deadline so I shouldn't fixate on it. We sat next to each other on a pool chair. She initiated physical contact: she just put her head on my shoulder. God that was amazing. I kissed her head. I put my arm around her and we snuggled. I rubbed her shoulder. She rubbed my arm.
We ended the day cuddled up in bed and watched Game of Thrones. She asked me if I "had already left her". I said "god no. I'm never leaving. I never considered leaving". I think she was a little in the "ambien haze" at that point. Not sure. I said "we had a good day. Let's keep putting together good aye, one day at a time." She agreed (although I don't know if she'll ever that". She fell asleep in my arms.
I was devastated the night before. I think we both were. Then her kindness, love, and compassion yesterday was just beyond astounding. Man, what a roller coaster this is. She said she figured out why she wanted me with her yesterday: (1) she felt bad that I was so upset and thought to herself "dammit I went too far last night, and I can't let him go to work in this state. And dammit, if I can feel guilty and compassion for him, then there is more work to do before calling it quits, (2) "i wanted a day with you to remind me of the good times" and it was a good day. A really, really good day. It was what she needed as part of her healing process, and I was happy to be there as a part of that. And also, of course, it was a cosmic-sized relief and encouragement to me. Also, it was just plain wonderful to spend time with her, with genuine love and affection blooming again between us.
Who knows what today will bring. I don't know if she's going to see a lawyer like she said she was the other night, or not. That's of course up to her.
@BishyBish: thank you for your "happy birthday" example. That REALLY helps to clarify this concept for me. Also (and this is probably why you used that example), that situation is exactly how my EA with my "main" affair started: a simple "HBD" from a rando friend on FB. All my PA's and Ashley Madison bullshit cascaded and escalated from there. Like an alcoholic taking the tiniest sip of beer. Thank you.
@ChamomileTea: thank you for that detailed explanation. Whether it is perfectly medically/clinically precise is secondary...it makes sense and it's probably directionally accurate. I had no idea that's how it (likely) works. I'll explore it with my IC for sure and start figuring out how to train myself to compartmentalize in only healthy/non-destructive ways, and to....do all that stuff you said above (too complicated to try to articulate here again before my first coffee of the day). I don't know how to do all that yet, or how long it will take. But I'm going to do it for sure. On the ride home yesterday with my BW we talked more about this. I committed to her that I would, do three things in parallel: (1) NOT lie, cheat or buy things without consulting her, (2) do everything I can to help her heal; be kind to her, caring, doting; spend quality time with her and the family; (3) figure this shit out and retrain/change myself to only compartmentalize in healthy ways. She said "do the work...rip out the cancer". I promised I will. And I will. She also said "I think ChamomileTea sounds like she is a psychologist or psychiatrist". I agree! Don't know if that's true or not, but no matter.
Thank you all. Love to you all. I know I am only at the foothills of Mount Everest, but at least the mountain is starting to come into focus, and I am beginning to understand the problem. I have IC today and I am raising three topics: 1) this notion of mommy/son, 2) my entitlement, and how/why I feel so entitled, 3) compartmentalization.
[This message edited by mcw922 at 7:00 AM, August 18th (Friday)]