I am a WW. I married my best friend and a truly wonderful man 8 years ago and never in a million years imagined I would be here posting this. My A started a year ago after several years of traumatic events and depression on my end as well as a loss of intimacy in our marriage. I am also a recovering addict as is BH, we met at Narcotics Anonymous. I had 10 years clean last February and he has 13 years. We stopped working our recovery programs and attending meetings shortly after we got married in 2009. (I relapsed and used during my A and although the A preceded the use I can see how my behaviors and lack of boundaries were related to addiction and my lack of personal and spiritual growth.)
I have done lots of reading over the past several months and do not bring these up as excuses, but rather as events that led me to be primed for an A.
I truly never saw it coming. I never thought anyone would be hurt. I just plain didn't think. Now I can't stop thinking.
For the last several months of the A I was living with my AP and coming to terms with impending divorce. I began asking for a divorce BEFORE D-day as I had justified and rationalized myself out of my marriage entirely. I felt guilty and felt that there was no way he or I could live with what I had done. I actually moved out before D-day (which was in April) although BH pretty much knew what was happening before official D-day. About 6 weeks ago I realized BH HAD NOT YET GIVEN UP. I was floored by this realization, what kind of man would go through all I had put him through and still be willing to take me back?!? The kind of man that isn't worth throwing away.
I fell into a deep depression and every second spent with AP I was longing for my old life back, while every second with BH or our kids I longed for AP. (Sleeping at AP's house but staying with our children during the day at family home).
I realized I couldn't have my old life back and became truly ambivalent while I fought an internal battle between my heart, brain, and morals. I know the person I used to be and the person I want to be again, but cannot wrap my brain around the person I am now. I keep questioning my motives for everything. Am I considering R for him? For me? For our children? What is the right reason? Is there one? Am I only doing this because I can't live with myself if I don't try and fix what I've broken?
I've drug AP through the ringer as well, left him twice and told him fully of my indecision which no doubt hurt him deeply. He is in the midst of turmoil in his own life (a nasty divorce and custody battle that I feel partially responsible for; he left his wife when he and I started to become emotionally involved although had been thinking about it for some time before we even met) and while I know as the OM he is far from innocent I cannot help but hurt for him as he is a human who made a mistake just like me. He finally told me I needed to decide and I chose my BH. I know he is devastated but his heart couldn't handle any more of my ambivalence and I understand. I wasn't strong enough to walk away so even in my pain of grieving him I am thankful he was the strong one in this instance and in essence told me goodbye.
Right now I am just so confused and sad and guilty and angry and ashamed and scared and hopeless. I believe I started grieving AP around the time when my depression really kicked in, 6 or so weeks ago. Not sure if that makes sense, but I think I have known for a long time that I needed to go back to try and make my marriage work. I have cried and cried and cried. I had lost all interest in ANYTHING except for AP and now that he is gone I feel crushed and lost. He was my best friend, always there, the drug to take me away from myself. Regardless if my feelings for him were fantasy or reality, actual love of some kind or just dopamine, it hurts deeply to let go of all we had and all we dreamed together. I have trouble with emotional intimacy yet felt he was the one person in my life I could be completely honest with. I told him things I'd never told anyone else. Let him see me more vulnerable than anyone has seen me. I also loved him in the action sense of putting his well being ahead of my own. I believe I became codependent at some point. He was not perfect and over the A I did see a lot of the magic wear off. That is partially what contributed to my choosing BH. I believe BH is a better compliment to my personality and also a more mature individual. OM was a lot like me in a lot of ways, and I know from past experience it is hard if not impossible for two people so broken to help each other heal.
But still I miss him terribly and don't know how to go about initiating R with BH while this cloud of grief hangs over me.
I question whether I do or will actually love BH again. I sometimes think I do, but I spent so much time and energy turning him into my enemy to justify my A.
I question the nature of love. How much of it is a feeling vs. an action.
I question whether this is the best thing for everyone involved.
I question whether I even WANT to be married at all. Obviously I don't deserve his grace, but not even being sure I want it is terrifying and produces even more shame.
I am in intensive outpatient therapy for three weeks to deal with my current depression and I question whether I am even well enough myself to help my BH heal. I am very sick and then feel guilty for being this way as I brought it upon myself and BH is the one who is supposed to be getting all the empathy and help healing and yet he is the strong one right now and that doesn't seem like that's how it's supposed to be.
I obviously have a lot of issues to still work through. Some days I wish he were the one who had cheated because I can't imagine it feeling worse than this feels. I guess I feel betrayed too, betrayed by myself and by life and by the fairy tale of true love I beleived for so long.
I've been reading on here for several weeks but didn't want to post until I could say my A was over for good. I believe it is over although I still have moments of doubt and reservations and want so badly to run back to my AP because this is SO.DAMN.HARD. But I know that will not make anything easier or better.
BH does not know the A is over. I'm not sure when to tell him. Each time I tried unsuccessfully to end the A in the past I DID NOT tell BH because I wanted to be sure I was sure. I had partially moved back into the family home a couple weeks ago, staying the night here for the most part during the week but occasionally staying at AP's here and there and weekends. BH and I never discussed this although I did make a half hearted attempt at talking to him about R about a week and a half ago when I started IOP, but it went poorly and I ended up back at AP's. He's not an idiot so I'm sure he knows something is up, I just don't know if I should say anything now or not. I want to start healing us but I feel like that can't even begin until I am somewhat healed. Do I want to tell him from a selfish standpoint (I.e. to get started on R sooner and in hopes that we can begin showing affection for one another again; I am desperate for any sign of affection right now, selfish, I know, but depression is kicking my @$$ and I feel so unlovable and worthless and hopeless and quite honestly I just miss human connection) Or does he deserve to know exactly where I am? Is it time to deeply apologize and ask that I might someday have his forgiveness? Am I doing this for him or me, and does it really matter?
I know I betrayed and abandoned him. I know I deserve nothing less in return. But I also know of my tendancy to punish myself and I'm not sure if that is part of what I'm doing now or not.
I've had only half a donut and two cups of coffee in the past 40 hours so forgive my ramblings and thank you for any hope or advice you can give.