I came to this site like many cheaters do I suspect, with this idea that somehow I was unique in my affair. That I had found another true love. And that all those other cheaters are different.
I've read posts by several WS just today reflecting that sentiment. My fWH experienced the same sort of thing with the last of his three OW. It wasn't until after the shock of DDay and after stepping back from the affair that he was able to see that they were using each other. He liked the way she made him feel; youthful, sexy, adored. She liked the lovebombing (and the potential improvement of her lifestyle as he future-faked her). My fWH is an EXCELLENT "lovebomber". I should know. So, if he puts the elbow grease into it, he's likely to get what he wants, at least from people who are taken by surprise.
But that's the thing really... both the WS and the AP are bringing this unsustainable effort into the affair. Both are reaping the benefits as they mirror what they most want to see from the other... and ignore what they don't. And even after the affair is done, they still don't want to look at the unpalatable qualities of their AP because if they do, they will then see it in themselves.
The AP is a person with no appreciable boundaries who doesn't mind fucking someone else's spouse. And the reason for that is because whatever it is they want, whatever they believe they need, is the MOST paramount thing in their world. The AP isn't serving the WS or the notion of love. They're serving themselves. They're taking what feels good, that is, when they're not actually taking cash/perks. When the WS sees that clearly, they recognize that they are the SAME. No boundaries, not serving the ones they claim to love, not serving even their belief in love.
When you think about it, love is a verb. If we love our spouse, we do it actively. And it stands to reason that if a WS "loves" his AP, s/he would do it actively. IOW, the one you "love" isn't a sidepiece. I don't think a WS really starts to recover until s/he realizes that they're not loving anyone actively, not even themselves. They feel "unhappy", they feel "trapped", so they just start spackling in the voids in their lives. But they're "spackling" with PEOPLE. That's not love. You don't USE the people you love. You want what's best for them. Which brings us back to "love is a verb".
Once a WS really looks in the mirror, they typically see a guy/gal who is NOT doing their best, someone without boundaries, without coping skills, someone who hasn't engaged in emotional problem-solving, and who, more often than not... is conflict avoidant.
My fWH had three APs, all of whom he insisted were "nice people". He persisted with that until it became clear that they weren't. The first AP claimed she was pregnant in an effort to soak him for another $2500. She wasn't. Turned out this wasn't her first rodeo. She and her husband had victimized a few others before him, pilfering amounts of cash and not enough to go to jail on. She quit pretty quickly when she realized she'd gone too far and could be charged with extortion. The second OW was simply paying back her cheating husband in kind. Imagine the disconnect though of telling the wife of 30 years you've been cheating on, that she should feel sorry for this person because... wait for it... her husband was cheating.
You just can't make this shit up.
But it was the third one who opened his eyes, the one he'd featured himself to be "in love" with. They'd met while she was advertising for "older", which just struck me wrong. So, what's the difference between a man in his thirties and a man in his fifties? When I asked my fWH that question, it turned out that he'd never given it much thought. But you could SEE the penny drop when he realized it was earnings potential. Older guys have worked longer and have typically achieved more. Everything started clicking in his head. Things she'd said in passing about places they'd go, where they'd live, how great a "step-dad" he was going to be... all started making sense. These were the long-ignored parts of the mirror. His AP wasn't "in love". She was looking for a better provider. She was the kind of person who not only cheated on her own spouse, but treated him with contempt, bringing her lover into the modest home her BH paid for and fucking him, all with the endless, disdainful shit-talk.
Once my fWH could SEE his APs, he could see himself. That whole story about how his wife and kids only cared about his paycheck, suddenly paled in the near miss of almost becoming just exactly that. He hadn't loved them, not any of them. And he hadn't love me, his wife of more than thirty years. The stories he'd been telling himself didn't allow him to see ANYONE for who they actually were. His feelings were about the stories, not the actual people. Once his eyes were opened, he was free to see the truth.
[This message edited by ChamomileTea at 5:09 PM, March 3rd (Tuesday)]