Wounded Healer,
So grateful for the continuing conversation here and the genuine assistance and real compassion evident in it.
I know! I am astonished at the combined wisdom that exists on this site. The genuine kindness shown me gives me a faith lost, so hope of a faith found.
I, like Hiking
I do as well. I live in the desert where it is easy to walk out my front door into what most people only see as a dry, barren landscape inhabited only with rattlers and scorpions. Me, I see the enormous beauty and color that tucks itself into every shaded crease and furrow. Plus, I love snakes and scorpions, they are really cool creatures.
Anyway, back to the purpose at hand.
My wife apologized to her AP for *attempting* to have sex with me the ONE time we *tried* during her 6 month PA
My GOD! How infidelity twists a betrayers mind and values to a point where up is down and down is up. To hear that coming from the lips of your wife must have been enraging!!!
After full disclosure in 2021 is when I discovered that she had spoken to her AP about this...and...one, she apologized to him for attempting to be sexual with...her damn husband. And two...she told him I couldn't get it up.
So there.
You are no longer out there alone flopping in the wind running through that crowd. I'm out there too...all bare ass and hunting the shadows with you.
The grief of your words are overriding my senses. The slice of a wayward’s justification is a razor blade to a betrayed’s heart and mind. How we absorb and recover from such statements is a wonder and a testament to human’s ability to rise above their pain and turn injustices into something of value.
The nice guy inside of me wants to say you didn’t need to join me "flopping in the wind running through the crowed". But the terrible part of me is glad not to feel alone in my nakedness and wanting to thank you for being here, not only for me, but with me.
And I guess, to bring this around to some of my original messaging in this thread...I am not sure there is enough therapy, forgiveness, self talk, reframing, aiming, choosing, focusing, healing, reconciling, hysterical bonding (98 days straight following 2021 disclosure), or maybe even TIME...for this to scrub for me.
As much as I have fought against this notion, my experience has shown me no other conclusion. So, as you state further in, sometimes acceptance is all we have and, I’ll add, that it is possibly all we need.
All I can share is my own journey, and in my own journey, the most seemingly upside down liberating notion I have embraced is the notion that...
You say that as if sharing your own journey is somehow negligeable. OMG, nothing could be further from the truth. Your journey shared, and vulnerability shown is powerful. It allows me and others to rethink and discover missed approaches so we may bring ourselves out from the shadows of loneliness, giving, through your story, relief from false shame and self-doubt. And this goes from everyone else here who has been gracious in sharing their stops and starts, success and failures in their journeys through this muck.
This was, odd as it may seem, a tremendous light for me. Now, for some, a statement like this might be a freaking gauntlet across the face. Thrown down. A challenge of NO! I WILL NOT ACCEPT THAT THIS IS IT. Not for me. And, if I may, I am not one to shrink from great challenge
My comrade in arms, I do not see the gauntlet throne nor a challenge of some kind of one-way truth of approach. We are brothers and sisters who have found ourselves drafted into a long, hard unwarranted war we could never have envisioned we’d be engaged. A surprise attack that has pitted us against our spouses. A battle against ourselves. A battle against society. A battle against our memories. A battle against shame. A battle against failure and possibly a battle lost.
Maybe our best hopes are that the day will come when each one of us are no longer warriors, rather veterans, discussing a long-ago domestic war won. Yes, some with visible or invisible scars, some carrying shrapnel benight the scars, some with missing limbs, others seemingly unscathed. But all with medals of valor earned while in the trenches of infidelity.
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