Here I am 5 weeks after discovery day. I really thought this was something I could get over in a week or two!
At first I was in total denial, and I thought I could somehow fix this. I tried to rationalize how she must have been chloroformed or given a date rape drug or something. It was just impossible, it was simply impossible, that my sweet, angelic , perfect, devoted, fantastic wife could have done that on her own. She gave me a basic story that did admit there was an affair and the number of times and places. She thought that would be enough for me, and when I asked questions she was a little reluctant and said " I already told you, you know the big of it." Well of course the big of it was not enough, I needed details, every little detail. Neither of us knew what to do, we have never been down this road before. She wanted to help, but did not know how. I needed help, but I had no idea what to ask for. We bumbled around on our own before I found this site. She sat down and wrote out all the details that she could think of. They were not in the right order, because after 20 years she had forgotten many things. But I was very happy with what she could remember. And I've asked several questions that she either knew the answers to immediately or could think about it and give them to me in a little while. I printed out calendar pages and filled them, trying to get as much information as possible. She was very upset about this, almost traumatized every time she saw my papers. I explained to her I was doing this to try to weed him out of my life as much as possible. I was trying to get on paper facts rather than me go with a broad suspicion.
I explained it to her like this. To me her affair was like me standing at the beach looking at the ocean, as far as I can see to the left, as far as I can see in front of me, as far as I can see to the right, is ocean. How big is that ocean? How deep is that ocean? Well, with her help, and my calendars, shortly I had that ocean down to a swimming pool. After more fine-tuning with questions and answers and my calendars I feel that her affair was nothing more than a mud puddle. I could see a start date, I could see an end date, I had an idea of how many hours were spent together, I was able to weed him out of a lot of my life.
Right now, and for the last week or 10 days, I am in a different stage than I have been. I was trying to candy coat it, I guess I was rug sweeping for sure, trying my best to make her not at fault. It has became painfully clear she is truly at fault. She worked to do it. I am slapped in the face every few minutes with the shock that this has happened. It happens over, and over, and over every hour of the day. It's like someone jumps out behind something and scares you, I almost jump out of my skin. I went through a numb stage for a few days. I did not really care, and I was not really too upset by anything. I knew the facts, but I was not bothered so much. I suppose after going seven days without eating a bite, and three days straight with no sleep, when I finally did start sleeping it would only be for two or three hours a night, I guess my body took over and made me numb so I could rest. Once I got caught up on some sleep, and ate a little bit, all hell broke loose in my head. I have been in a living hell ever since. So here I am at five weeks from discovery day. I think I feel worse now than I did when I initially found out. I feel so hopeless, I feel like I am zero, I feel like I am nothing. I would like to go to sleep and not wake up. I keep reading that an affair kills, destroys, and ends your marriage. In two days will be my 35th anniversary, I do not want my marriage ended, destroyed, or killed. I have read the affair kills the marriage, and then you rebuild a new one, it will never be the same, it could be better in someways, I can be strong, but it will be different. Those words make me cry. I loved my fantastic marriage, I loved and I was so proud of my wife. My marriage, and my wife are what made me me. Is that really destroyed? Can I get over this, ever?
Triggers, triggers, triggers everywhere! One trigger that I have, is going to be a big problem, A really really big problem. Every time I have to pee, I see my penis, and I think about him. How in the hell am I ever going to get over that?
We finally got into a counselor, we were there for an hour and a half. All we did really was just tell our story, a very short version of it. You really can't get much done in an hour and a half. My doctor did prescribe me Zoloft, which pretty much knocks me out, all I want to do sleep. Oh yeah, it also gives me diarrhea! Maybe the diarrhea is a good thing, maybe it will take my mind off all those movies I keep playing in my mind. I can't keep this up for long, something is going to have to change. Not waking up looks awfully good.
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[This message edited by Jimmy1962 at 7:00 AM, August 26th (Saturday)]