One phrase I ran across early on is that infidelity is the end of innocence in a marriage.
To me, whether the marriage continues on or not, this is the essence of the thing.
An aspect of the marriage is lost and will never, ever return.
In fact, I'd go a step further and say that it's a loss of innocence for both the betrayed and the wayward as people. Even if that marriage ends, two very changed people emerge from it. If the marriage continues, two very changed people reside within it.
As a betrayed, I will tell you that if I could not blindly trust my husband not to cheat years ago, I can trust no one. He was literally the last man I thought would step over that line, not because he was physically incapable or that he'd never find another woman attractive, but because his personal pride in his own integrity would prevent it.
Finding out years later that even he was vulnerable despite his huge personal investment in the idea of his own integrity taught me that literally anyone can and will cheat given the right set of circumstances.
Husband will never again be a man who didn't cheat, and who didn't lie about it (largely by omission) afterwards.
Neither one of us will ever blindly believe in or trust each other, or anyone else, or even ourselves, again. No more running with scissors, like the unintended never happens.
I don't do the marriage police thing. I am the poster child for the fact that the truth will *always* out itself, eventually. It may take a while, but the truth *always* comes out.
What either of us does now is on each of us. It's not up to me to be Husband's conscience or warden.
And I honesty do not live in fear in this particular regard. In terms of infidelity, what would I fear now?
For me, the loss of innocence is already done, there's a solid callous over that raw wound, and the hard work of separating myself from him and this marriage is already completed. That virtual 'paperwork' is figuratively 'filled out' and sitting quietly in a drawer. I will never have to go through these past two years again in this lifetime, with him or with anyone else.
Should any further unfortunate 'truth' emerge, most of my 'work' is already done.
I am the bird who has learned to trust my wings rather than the branch.
In that manner, our original 'deal' is indeed broken, and another, far less idealistic, and probably more realistic if not more cynical, marriage has taken its place.
Sometimes I do miss the innocence, but I'm beginning to associate the innocence with a different kind of love. Perhaps that innocent love is not the 'long haul' kind of love that carries a marriage for a lifetime, through all sorts of human frailties and missteps.
For a while I was really angry at my husband for making me angry, bitter, ugly, shrill, cynical, generally not a very attractive nor even a sympathetic figure. I didn't even like myself. I felt the exact opposite of attractive in every way, which, in the aftermath of discovering infidelity, sort of acted as a fun house mirror held up to any and all of my flaws.
Infidelity brought out the worst in both of us. He did it, but I felt like a monster, like his sin turned me into some hideous raging Medusa.
Recently, and to my surprise (don't know where this came from) I've achieved an almost zen-like state of grace.
Some might call this the POLF or the Meh, but it doesn't feel that way to me.
It's a much lighter feeling.
It's as if I've finally internalized the message that what he did, what he does, has nothing to do with me at all.
It's on him.
Furthermore, I am completely free to choose how I respond to it, what I'm willing to accept in my life or not, at any given moment. If I change my mind tomorrow, well, that's my choice.
Of course, he can change his mind tomorrow too. I accept that as well.
I accept that he cheated, and that neither one of us will ever walk that cat back.
I guess this is the 'let go of the outcome' part. :)
But, more clearly defined, it's letting go of the narrative of the marriage I thought I had, clearly seeing the marriage I do have, and deciding purely for myself, on my on terms, if I can live with that.
If not, I walk. And it's just that simple.
I'm no longer filled with anger and a sense of being 'cheated.' I no longer feel like a fool. I no longer fear that another woman was, is, perhaps may in the future be more attractive to him than I am. I am no longer filled with uncertainty or dread.
Every moment that I am here, I am here because I choose to be here, and for no other reason.
I have achieved the grace of pain, and I survived. I am enough for me.
So yes, I agree, infidelity is by default THE deal breaker. The deal is broken.
What happens next really is entirely up to you. <3
[This message edited by marriageredux959 at 2:41 AM, August 12th (Wednesday)]