Maybe I'm truly cynical. Okay, no. I'm cynical. I don't think someone who does this for YEARS and never chooses their spouse can just turn over a new leaf like this 'seems' to imply. My interpretations, even though I'd totally want an apology letter.
Maybe I needed that extra time to truly understand and see my behavior through your eyes and not how I wanted to remember those times. To see the truth as it was and not as I thought you were seeing it.
My therapist suggested that I write this. Let's call it behavior instead of an affair. I wanted to recall my f buddies with great warmth and memories. I wanted you to keep being the chump and just deal with it. Sorry. Not sorry. It would have been easier on me to write I WILL NOT CHEAT on a blackboard a hundres times.
I was the most selfish human being on the planet. The times when I should have been throwing every part of myself into you and building a relationship with you and instead I was only thinking of myself and cheating you out of everything you yearned desperately for, begged for and truly deserved.
You begged, pleaded. Asked daily. Explained. Tried talking to me. I was selfish and thinking about me... or maybe those other guys. I heard what they wanted and needed loud and clear. You? Not so much.
Building materials and bubble gum and MacGiver references I found on the web.
I psychologically abused you by doing all this.
Here's what I did. Without all the sex stuff I did with other men. And all that feeling stuff - mostly your feelings.
I gave all of those exact same things effortlessly to others and made you feel like a fool at the same time.
So it's not like I can't hear or anything. I chose them over you. And you were a fool, because that's the only feeling I know you felt. Hurt? Devastation? Let's not go that far, okay? Let's insert more bubble gum and scotch tape talk and forget about those pesky feelings of yours and those wedding vows I don't want to own up to.
I said the words but I gave half-assed efforts and whatever effort was given was null and void by the attention, wants and thoughts that I invested into others at the same time.
I manipulate people. It's what I do to get what I want. I wanted you to care for the kids and be the adult. I wanted to share what I should have shared with you with other men. It's not that over X years that I couldn't have, it's just that doing those things with you and for you never crossed my mind. Except now that I'll lose everything, so here! More words! Bunches of them! Forget what I did for other men, both sexually and emotionally. I give you WORDS!
I thought I could have it all. I thought your feelings and needs were irrelevant and you would just deal and we would go on with our lives.
I'm screwing and investing in other men. You? Not so much. But I always thought you'd be there to take care of the kids, the lawn, the bills. And besides, I thought there would be plenty of time for us when we get really old and need a purse and a nurse. Until then? You weren't really human and had no feelings, at least none that were my concern.
You couldn’t understand where the passion was. It was blatantly lacking and not only did I not offer it to you- I gave it to someone else- and I laughed and belittled your need by saying there is no such thing in our circumstances and that the first year of marriage was supposed to be hard. I didn’t attribute our fights and our problems to my not caring about or satisfying your needs.
Give kindness, passion and intimacy to you? Why would I do that when I have others? When I had pillow talk with the others, you were the joke. I actually thought it was funny the way you hurt! I was perfect! How could there possibly be anything wrong with me? And where's my trophy? I showed up for this marriage thing.
At the time I was mostly oblivious to my actions. Now I hate myself. I hate that I could have been such an evil and cruel person to someone who loved me so wholeheartedly that you gave me a million chances. Even AFTER dday you have given me a million chances. I think everyday about what I did to you.
I had no idea I was fucking other men. Caution: White Knight Opportunity coming... I hate myself now. Please comfort me and tell me I'm not awful. I think about what I did to you everyday - except all those years I was actually doing it, because I didn't know I was doing it. In fact, my vague and obtuse wording is because I'm only vaguely aware of my actions.
I took advantage of you in every way possible. Even after it was over and I was no longer investing myself into others I still stayed comfortable and didn’t give enough of myself into our marriage.
Vaguely, of course. From what little I recall. And when I didn't have anyone else? You still weren't worthy of what I gave others. Um, that I remember...
I was a liar. I was the best liar. If not for an accident I most likely would have continued to lie. No more lies.
See? I'm GOOD. Real good. I'm the best liar! Except when I'm telling you that I'm not lying. Then I want your forgiveness. And if I keep degrading myself here and there and not address your feelings, you'll be guilted into forgiving me, right? Because look at my words!
Our whole relationship I have been cruel and unfair to you. I broke your giving and generous heart into millions of pieces and now that I yearn for your heart as I should have from the beginning I am left with the shattered remains that will take so much time and healing to put back together.
Um, from what I can remember, I must have been cruel. Affairs are cruel, right? And mockery and laughter. Asking for a friend.
And now that you're not paying attention to me the way you used to, not chasing and begging and pleading, I'll write words to get the ego kibble back. Can't you see that getting that back is important to me? All the attention for ME!
You have the right to not try. The right to disconnect. The right to walk away. The right to be cruel and selfish. But as I spend every fiber of my being to change myself for the better for the sake of your continued love that’s all I can do. I can pray, I can hope, I can want- but I can’t expect or demand it.
You have the right to come down to my level because all I'm going to do is some wordsmithing and hoping and praying. Okay, maybe a hint of two of demanding and I'll through that forgive word around because no one likes people who can't forgive. Soooo bitter, those people. Anyway. I'm working hard at hoping and praying. That other stuff? That's work I don't want to do. You work at forgiving me though, okay?
Not one, not two, but 5 years worth of denying you and betraying you
That I recall. Those memories of them that I wanted to keep dear? Sometimes, they're fuzzy. Lke when I have to be specific. Except years. I know how many years you were a fool. Can't we just get back to that? And that forgiveness thing? Look! I have gum and scotch tape for your heart!
It’s up to you to forgive or give grace but regardless of your decision and what you will be able to muster
Have I mentioned that you need to forgive me? You want me to feel better, right? No? Okay, I'll think of a way to degrade myself briefly. Surely that will work because it's ME! I'm so good at manipulation. Marriag. Manipulation. They both start with M! And ME! That starts with M, too.
I thought I was invincible. I thought I could forever get away with it. If you hadn’t discovered it for yourself
And there was this 'accident!' The one where you found out. You were supposed to keep the status quo - me fucking around and you chasing and begging and being hurt. Forever. But now I have to write this stupid letter.
I apologize for deceiving you. Lying to you, belittling you, traumatizing you and playing you for a fool. For so many other losses…your loss of confidence, peace of mind, future dreams and plans, trust, sleep, health, your ability to celebrate and feel happiness, finances, time, productivity and focus, your whole belief system, your self-esteem, your spirit, hopes for the future, your faith in your me, your faith in God, even your faith in yourself. For the losses you haven’t even realized yet,
I'm now aware that I was unaware that I may have been aware that I was lying, deceiving, manipulating, traumatizing you. But not intentionally. I don't recall that part. Or the part where I know I made you a fool.
I looked up so many words in the thesaurus. In case I missed a few, sorry. But I grew tired of looking for words. But just know that never looked through a thesaurus for the other men. YOU are special!
Let me end this letter with the words faith and God. It might paint me in a better picture.
[This message edited by OptionedOut at 3:21 PM, May 13th (Monday)]