I guess it's my turn to contribute my novel to the club dossier, as this is my first post. Together 10 years, married 8, no kids.
It's been 29 hours since she told me she met with him for a week earlier in the month and she initiated and kiss and make out session with him, while lying that she was with her old highschool friend. I was so enthusiastic when she asked if I minded if she visited her friend after work or when I was at work, and I was so happy they were catching up. "Yeah, you should! Friends are great!"
She feels horrible and I genuinely see that in her, and I'm willing to reconcile and give her a chance to make it up to me. We both were on the path to rekindling -- me addressing my childhood traumas and learning to love/be loved, she learning better to communicate her needs to me -- and it's horrible that this event had to happen to make us take it seriously and TRULY open up to each other.
I asked her to be 100% truthful when I ask hurtful (to both of us) questions to clarify and process the A, and she has been SO good with that. She's a genuine, caring person that just made a devastating choice, and I still love her.
The future with her looks so amazing, and we're willing to work together.
But it's hard. SO HARD. My emotions when I'm alone are dread and despair and anxiety, but with her by my side to cry and laugh with me though the pain, I feel so safe and secure. It's the time between, when she's gone at work or music rehearsals, that I am so afraid of my mind going haywire without grounding support.
I know that's not realistic, and I can't cling to her all day, every day -- especially as I need to grow as an individual and regain my own life back, away from being so dependent on her. It's not realistic, and I'm so scared I can't approach this healthily without smothering her with my needs right now.
So my question, I guess, is whether this is common and if I can get through this whiplash-y time of emotions.
My support network is miniscule, and I'm torn to pieces when I'm alone, or trying to sleep like on the first night.
I just want her to come home now and not leave me to wallow in despair. Will this get better?