Unhinged, CaptainRodgers, Thissucks5678, and all...
All of you are correct of course. I can feel the frustration from your ends, watching yet another WS spin and spin, stuck in their own head and their own pain, while you, the BS's, are left alone to carry this pain, or worse yet, continue to carry new pain as the person that destroyed your world remains more worried about themselves than you. I get it. Almost anything I could say as a response ends up feeling more like an excuse than anything else, and I just won't go down that road right now. All I'll say for now is, it is frustrating for me too, and that is the reason I keep asking the same question over and over, because I'm still stuck but simply not willing to accept that as an answer or an outcome. I'd rather ask the same question 100 times until I "get it" then struggle in silence and not even try to reach out. ISSF is worth all the 2x4's in the world, and I am simply not willing to give up trying to reconcile and help her heal, even if I fail 100 times and piss people off along the way. I treated her like shit, like less than shit, and I owe her my life for the damage I've done to her, and for all that she still gives me even so. I broke my vows and betrayed her. I need to do all I can to restore her agency and allow her to express the pain and damage that she carries from that. You'd think it would be natural to do so.
I have not been making room in my life for my wife's pain. I've been aware of it, but so trapped in shame and grief that I haven't yet been able to get out of my own head and just be there for her. Up until recently, the questions of "How is she feeling? What are her needs? How can I support her better?" have not been front and center in my life. I have no excuse for that. It is an inexcusable lack of empathy, and my own entitlement and self-focus keeping me rooted in my own emotional turmoil. You guys have told me again and again and again to find a way to get my head out of my ass. I guess the problem with getting your head out of your ass, is when you get your head stuck in your ass in the first place...
FWIW, therapy has been helping, a lot. As we continue to work through my childhood stuff, I am finally feeling able to start thinking and feeling like a human being, at least, a little. And with that, the empathy is slowly starting to return. I swear to God, it is so hard to explain to anyone that isn't in my head, but it has been as if someone took a drill to my head and just bored out the part of my brain that empathy lives in. I feel like I am relearning it, for the first time. Your words have been there in my head, but not really absorbed and adopted. Empathy is built on an emotional version of "muscle memory" and that is being rebuilt piece by piece for me right now.
I've read ISSF's last few posts and you're not even mentioned. Do you know why?
I imagine it is because it is too painful for her to mention. Because it hurts to admit, over and over again, that your husband, who is two full years into the process, is almost as lost as he was two years ago. That she still doesn't feel seen or heard, loved or cared about enough to matter to him. She is focused on herself and has to be because I'm nowhere to be found (unless you are willing to go digging in my ass). Because she reads how much some other WS's are doing to try and reconcile and win their spouses trust and love back, while her husband spins like a top and continues to worry about himself more than anyone else. Because it hurts too damn much to think about someone who still can't think about you, at all, unless there is some context back to himself. Am I warm?
I'm tired of being "that guy". I might have to rebuild my empathy piece by piece like a lego house, but if so, then so be it. I've been asking myself lately how I can be a better husband and partner. I ask myself now what she needs. I ask myself how she might feel. I ask myself if there is something that needs to be said or discussed. And I am starting to learn to ask her things, even things I know she may not be happy about. Sometimes, especially the things she won't be happy about. I've come to the conclusion that my needs don't and shouldn't matter right now, at least, in terms of helping her. I can worry about those things on my own time, the difference being, it can't be MY time ALL the time. I have to make time for HER pain, HER need to be hurt and angry and upset at the abuse and indifference I've treated her with. She needs a husband and a best friend who can not only see her and feel her, but who can give a shit, and who can love and support her. I keep waiting for the perfect or right answer to everything. I keep protecting myself. I can't do that anymore.
Thank you all for having the bravery and concern to stop and comment on my posts even though you know your comments seemingly gone into the ether before. ISSF is the most amazing person I have ever known, and has always shown me nothing but love and support. I know every day is a living hell for her, a reminder that what she had (our marriage, full trust, unconditional love, security, love, family) that is now gone. She suffers over the thought that the children are going to be affected by this, in one way or another, but they will never look at relationships, any relationships, the same way again. I may have ruined their chances of having a healthy relationship, and that affects her too, and is a burden she bears whether she wants to or not. She suffers over a husband who still claims to love her and care, but isn't there when it counts, and still drops her on her ass sometimes when she needs me most. I could go on and on. None of this is okay. All of it is my fault. And all of it is mine to help or hinder in the healing.
The thing about all of this, both for you and for Mrs. Cap, is that when we don't show the hurt, it is assumed that we are OK. And when it's assumed that we are OK, you both go off "high alert". You relax. Not that coming off the alert is a bad thing, but the "relax" or the "letting your guard down" overstays it's welcome.
I hate to admit this to myself, but this is true. ISSF is a tough cookie. She doesn't like to show her pain. And she doesn't want to taint the children even more so she puts on her happy mask sometimes in order to spare them the continued pain, but that just places it on her shoulders even more, and adds to her pain and her burden. I've been learning that sometimes I need to ask how she's doing when all seems well, just as much as when she's hurting. Because in truth, she's always hurting, even when she's doing well. She needs words AND actions. And sometimes those are very simple things... a simple acknowledgement of her pain, or a simple admission of my failures and how I hurt her, or even something as simple as seeing what she needs and trying to provide it or support it. All it takes is seeing her, and doing so means I need to see past myself first.
It is all on you, just like it is all on Mrs. Cap. It isn't that we can't do the heavy lifting for you anymore, is that we can't do ANY lifting for you. Not even a speck of dust. None of it. It has to be ALL you.
Yup. And yet, what she HAS done is to be there for me the way I have failed to be there for her. She can't do the work for me and I can't do hers for her, however she sees past her own pain and acknowledges mine. I've been doing a lot of EMDR lately and she has stopped to understand and empathize with the fact that it has me very "inward focused" for now. That's what she needs from me as well. Not to fix her, just to show her that I understand and that I am there for her, to help hold her up and comfort her while she is on her healing journey. And to know that I will continue to be there.
Shit or get off the pot.
I use this quote all the time. Yeah, I think this wraps up the sentiment nicely. Love ya brother.