I forgot to preface one of my earlier posts about acceptance/forgiveness with a reminder. Fifteen months ago, H's best friend died, yes, as the Fatal Attraction bitch was ramping up her affair with H. But this death hit us both hard; for one, I was incredibly hurt that I extended myself more so than usual to H, to support him in his grief (I'd been pretty stand-offish from him for many years), and all he did was build higher walls. That hurt will take years to heal. At least I know he didn't go to her for support (I asked many times about this after discovery), either. He just kept his pain to himself.
But when this friend died, I made up my mind I wanted to find ways to honor his life; he had retired young, before 60 and had begun to do a lot of things he looked forward to in retirement, one of which was to take advantage of travel and doing things that, if you wait too long, you might not have the resources (health, money, etc.) to do. I decided my outlook on life needed a kick start, and that I wasn't going to wait possibly another ten years (at least that's what we thought it would be then; now it will be less since H is committed to finding a better work/life balance) for H to retire to start doing some things - if he wouldn't take all his allotted vacation time, I would start doing things without him. But part of my change was also my change in attitude. I decided there were some things in my life that I'd held onto out of habit - groups I'd been part of, etc. And I made some breaks with stuff that no longer brought me joy, and started to review things that I thought would bring me joy. Then four months into this, I find out about H's sexual acting out.
I don't need to explain to anyone reading this how traumatic it was; there was no getting around the fact that I was going to have to move through the pain, anger, hurt, humiliation, shame, etc. if I wanted to get to the other side. And I wanted to get through to the other side because 1) I'd just lived through losing a dear friend and was acutely aware that none of us are guaranteed tomorrow and 2) H was finally admitting he needed help, and was open to 98% of the recommendations our MC was recommending he engage in.
As he began his recovery, and I saw the engagement, I still felt a strong need to re-evaluate what was and what wasn't important in my life. We had 33 years of marriage, two awesome adult children who were launched and thriving, and I wanted to give him a chance to prove himself to me. He started the process, although very sloppily. He ended up agreeing to a rehab program that gave him an incredible jump start he wouldn't have gotten just doing IC. Many, many days, I am grateful for being given a second chance because I have a very dear friend who is not being given a second chance with her husband. It doesn't mean I don't set boundaries, or ignore/dismiss my anger and pain and humiliation and shame, but when we are able to create new positive memories, I try to allow that to happen, thinking our dear friend would want us to try everything possible to stay together. Again, I'm not doing so at my detriment. I have my bottom lines/deal breakers, but H is doing everything in his power to work a recovery program. Many, many years ago, a wise therapist saw something in me that I couldn't see in myself, was patient, and supported me when I rebelled (yea, I'll admit to showing up a few times drunk to some of our earlier sessions, which I finally admitted to and yes, that meant I was driving drunk, and yes, sometimes these were 10AM appointments - I am NOT proud of any of this). I remember him telling me when I asked how he could work with people who do such horrible things, "number4, I really do believe there is good in everyone, and we just need to look harder if we can't find something good in each person." It was probably one of the most meaningful things he ever told me, and it reassured me that, no matter what I told him (and I had some pretty ugly stuff to confess), he would stick with me.
I know a relationship with a therapist is different than a spouse or partner, because he need not take personally anything I was sharing with him (well, it was sort of disrespectful to show up drunk)... I wasn't cheating on him, but his attitude taught me a lot about understanding how people bring their traumas into adult life and if and when they're ready (many people die never being ready, unfortunately), a lot of good healing work can happen.