My birthday is approaching and my wife is persistent in wanting to make me a gift.
I told her I want nothing from her because among her revelations I found out she also betrayed me in this period, the year I needed her the most in my life, she weren’t and preferred to indulge in being flirted with by another man.
So it’s really not the best memory to celebrate because it is just stupidly hypocritical.
Anyway she doesn’t give up, so I thought maybe it can be turned into something useful not just annoying for me.
And I thought that the best thing she might possibly do, is to try to understand me and the consequences of what she caused herself, destroying our relationship.
Summarized, the main Problem is that she is telling herself this narrative
I did something horrible and I am disgusted with myself.
I was young and stupid and not sure of what I wanted until I lost it.
Today I am a different person and I learned from my mistakes. I have been faithful since we moved in together and a loyal wife since we married.
What was before is in the past, we should move on.
My take is:
No. You are mistaken.
You are not a different woman you are exactly the same woman who can and did that.
You only don’t because you’re terrified of the consequences, not because you are healed.
And for me there is nothing to work with how the things are now.
She is avoidant of any kind of subject that could lead to discussion of her infidelity since the day I told her I will stop bringing it up and just observe and evaluate her behavior and healing process (which I concede she is trying). Because she was a wreck and completely powerless, she was collapsing, so I stopped, can’t force her healing, she must do it.
But she does not get it.
She is performing a fantasy where she is the perfect, attentive, loving wife who is all for her man.
Even blind that I stand oceans away emotionally because I see through her delusion. I simply can’t allow her to enter my inner world again unless she is radically changed. She tells herself the story of destined love, I see a fucking roommate.
That’s all. I don’t want to. I think I may even wish that I could allow her closer again, because I saw her pain and that was real, shattering.
But she feels shame, not guilt, not remorse.
And she can’t feel regret because she keeps avoiding to look and understand what and how her betrayals affected me.
I think that is what truly terrifies her, and her avoidant nature is coping in this way. So she is genuinely believing that she is trying, while to me feels like she is not trying at all, so I stopped caring.
This long premise is for this:
What books are worth reading for a wayward to opening up and watching into the abyss where they casted us?
Those books that will light the monsters hiding in the darkness and maybe, perhaps, breaking the shame defensive bubble even for a moment, so they can start to understand why unless you get it you will never be able to even begin preparations for a try at reconciliation.
Empathy not shame.
If you know any very good reads then that’s the only gift I could appreciate from her.