I stopped writing on TTF almost right after I began last year. At first, reading other's posts helped. Writing my own posts was painful... fleshing it all out and admitting to myself and others what I've experienced... it was too much. How do you continue your day to day life while acknowledging the pain from an unfaithful spouse? It was humiliating to me. All of those months... strewn out long days that were full of pain and paranoia. I just shoved my feelings deep down. I swallowed them. And, not surprisingly, the lump in my throat remains.
All the while, he tried to keep track of his progress to show me he cares and that he can be sober... with a calendar. But, with each "slip," the calendar seemed useless. "Why keep track of progress when you will only end up back at square zero again?" I asked him (though I know this was terrible of me). Every time he slipped up, my heart's bandages were ripped off. Did he know that? "How can you continually see the woman you love sobbing because of YOU, and do NOTHING?" I wondered.
I ripped up the calendar, and threw it away one day. I told him I didn't want to know his progress. I wanted my own calendar. One with a blank list of days for my past, present and future that had no association to him, the lies, the PA. I wanted freedom from his problems. I couldn't do it, I told him. I tried and I couldn't forget. Forgiveness was not an option, I insisted.
He begged we try counseling. So we tried. He felt this was very helpful. I felt empty inside and cried every session. It was humiliating. I didn't want a therapist. The sad truth was, I wanted a personal stalker to follow my man around and shock him when he thought or did something wrong. I wanted him to feel the pain I felt associated with the PA. I wanted him to want ME, not them. Not these bodies floating around on a screen. I felt insane. Neurotic. Once the pain, the sadness, the anger passed, I just wanted to control him. And the terrifying thing of course is that this is impossible to do. And it is not "love" as I want it to be, or believe it belongs. How do you remain in love with someone who destroyed who you were as a person? What do you do when the person you love makes you question every memory and special moment you had together? Every vow? All of it seemed clouded... clouded by his indiscretions.
Finally, I stopped. It was too exhausting. I stopped checking his emails. I stopped being his nagging police system. I just stopped. I went to therapy, went though the motions, and even tried to allow us to get intimate again. I tried to pretend I could forgive. I tried to pretend we were okay.
Amazingly, we began to feel like "us" again. I stopped thinking of all of those horrible deceptions and images that were carved in my mind. I felt I was making progress... or I told myself I was.
Though we no longer keep a calendar..I would venture to say that it has been about 6 months with no P... He has done everything he can think of to show me he wants to do better, be better. Little things he never used to do... he shows me his cell phone when he gets a text (just instinctually, now) and he leaves all of his accounts so that they are logged in and I could see them if I wanted to. He tells me where he is, what he's doing. I have yet to catch him in a lie. He has worked through his struggles in groups, and in therapy, and personally. He has been more loving towards me than ever before. He seems devoted, dedicated, and aware of what he could lose again: Me.
So... shouldn't I be happy? Proud? Thrilled? In love?
Things still pop up in my mind at the strangest moments in the day, and hurt me. They still make me question this relationship. This experience has NOT made me feel stronger. Though it may not appear it to him, I am not recovered. I feel weak. I feel tired. I feel like I'm going through the motions.
I wonder if maybe this is not repairable.. even though he's fixed the problem. After finding all of the things I found, all of the lies that occurred.. all I can seem to do is link. I link everything. I link the days and the times. The time/day he emailed me a link to a house we were looking at (our first house together), he was also (at the same time), looking at P. and chatting with strangers. I became so obsessed... I know these things..these sick details. I know when he did it, where he did it, and what he was doing while he was doing it. Most of the time, he was texting me "I love you" while doing it while he was on his work computer, or while I was happily asleep in the next room after he kissed me goodnight and said he had to "stay up to work". He would even do these things after we had a romantic evening. These are the little details that I can't get over. The "when" and the "why" questions. The links. I will never feel "enough" again.
I shared him, without knowing it, with other women he will never meet. Women who will never know about that freckle on his smallest toe. Or the way he crinkles his eyebrows when he is watching a movie. They won't care that he likes to dry the dishes instead of washing them, or that he always sleeps on the left side of the bed by the window. They don't know his favorite song, or that he laughs silently, not out loud. These women who have fascinated the man I love, will never know him or love him. I did.
Dear SO's... How on earth do you ever feel "The Same" again after you've been hurt in this awful way?? I worry I won't ever look at him and see the man I fell in love with again.
































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