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Throughout the afternoon, a lot of talking, tears, etc. I do understand it. Why it was wrong, why it hurt him.
The job isn't necessarily the problem. It is a different place from where I worked with the AP. I work about once or twice a month as a fill in when one of the day girls can't come in.
I did speak up. As we have gone through the process so far, we realize we were both unhappy for many years. He has said he recognizes that he wasn't listening. That he was also stuffing his feelings, compartmentalizing as well, just tat he - we - didn't realize it because he had never really talked about his feelings before.
As far as his A, he doesn't really recongnze it as one, AND AND - I know that I have to decide to get past that because it has been hindering me and my issues.
HDuring the arguing last night he told me he does not see the point in him going to IC. He's not the one who is broken. But our relationship is and I AM NOT BLAMING HIM - I could have made different choices - but he was a contributing facotr to both of our unhappiness in our marriage.
I did not, do not, feel justified by doing this. Two worngs do not make a right. It does not make us even, and I wasn't trying to get there. It was not a revenge affair.
It was an inconsiderate mistake. I was not thinking of anything but myself.It has not one thing to do with whether or not I still loved my husband. I did, I do and I always will.
I don't really understand why I kept going back. I hated myself for doing it. He showed me a post last night that mentioned "ego kibbles" (?) ... it made sense. Everything - with the no communication at home, the lack of attention at home, and then feeling horribly about myself every time it happened, yes,it was an ego boost.
My psychiatrist is great and he thinks we should do MC - but even if my husband is not willing, I am going to continue to go. To work on me - I am broken, he is right about that.
I pray that we can work it out.
He reads this site non-stop. But he only sees those who don't make it. I see so many who do. I realize you don't just make it - that it is a never ending work in progress. Love isn't something you make, it is something you do.
Oh. Ugh. We are not young. I am 46, he is 58. Makes it worse. I should know better.