“Like wounds of the flesh, wounds to the heart, mind and soul cannot heal if they are continually re-injured”. – from the book: Your Sexually Addicted Spouse
I am the walking wounded. On the outside there are no wounds to show, there are no bandages, there are no well-wishes from others to “get well soon”. My wounds are on the inside. Gashes to my heart, I bleed from my soul. Pain for me to bare secretly as I plaster a smile on my face and go through my day. Some days it takes so much energy to smile. Sometimes I don’t think I have it in me to get out of bed…but I do. My daughter needs me. Yes, I have a history of depression and anxiety that goes back to my teen years and take medication to help with it. But I was doing well. I was feeling good. My husband and I were preparing to start trying for our second baby. My internal wounds created from the last P discovery had healed up leaving only scars in their place. I thought those wounds would never be re-opened. I TRUSTED that they wouldn't be.
I thought he was P free. It took me a long time to trust him that he had given it up for good, a long time to start believing in him again. But I had. I did. We had a written contract where he outlined what was off limits and that he would share any slips with me within 48 hours. He didn’t. He broke every promise that he had written in that contract. I discovered that he had began using P again about 6 months ago and had been keeping it hidden from me. This was a couple of weeks ago that I found out. I feel like a tornado just ripped through what I knew to be my life. Stripping away the layers of lies leaving me empty, disoriented, devastated. How could he? He had promised me. How could he look me in the eye and tell me he loves me when he knows he is doing this behind my back? I don’t understand. I can’t wrap my brain around it. He knew how much it would hurt me. We’ve been through this before…more than once. But this time I thought it would be different. I keep asking myself (and him) how could he knowingly hurt me so much and betray me in such an immense way? He doesn’t have an answer for me. I don’t have an answer for myself. Instead the thoughts and questions just run rampant through my head driving me more and more out of my mind. I wish I could describe what betrayal feels like when it hits this close to the heart. I want him to know. But I can’t. I can’t put into words what I am feeling. I don’t even know what I am feeling a lot of the time. I feel sad, depressed, outraged, anxious, worried, confused, distant, discouraged, hopeless, disgusted, lonely, numb, ugly…I feel like I could go on forever.
I've tried to disconnect from the hurt, almost to the point of repressing it just to get through the day. But I cry. I cry a lot. And when I can't disconnect and I can't help but perseverate about the betrayal, my heat will race and it gets hard to breath. My stomach tightens and I feel nauseated. My body tenses and my muscles ache. I shake with anxiety and worry. He saw me go through this the last time. How could he do this to me again? All of this hurt just so he could look at P. Tearing apart my heart and my soul and the trust that our relationship is built on for P. I can’t help but wonder how that can be. How could he be so selfish?
I go to bed now with my clothes on. I don’t want him to see me naked. I don’t want him to touch me. I know what he finds beautiful, and I don’t look like those girls in the images he searches for. He says it’s different. That those girls are not real. Yes, they may be airbrushed and caught at the perfect angle and dressed up and made up by professionals, but they are OTHER women, no matter how you look at it. For me, it is hard to accept that my husband has urges daily to sit and look at women other than me for sxual stimulation. How does one’s self-esteem make it through that in tact? I know mine hasn’t. Lusting after and giving his sxual attention to these women. These women mean nothing to him. But yet satisfying the urges to look at them is more important than keeping promises to me and hurting me terribly. I want to be enough for him. I do not want to share my husband's sxuality with anybody. It should be for me only, I'm his wife.
I miss my husband. I miss the closeness that I felt with him up until this last discovery. I can’t even look at him sometimes. And sometimes when I do look at him, I see someone different from what I saw a couple of weeks ago. I see a liar. I see someone who has broken my heart and destroyed my trust. I see someone who chose P over his commitment and promises that he made to me. I get images of him sitting at his computer looking at all of those other women and getting turned on. It makes me sick to my stomach. I don't even want to leave the house because I am afraid to leave him alone. It causes me so much anxiety. He tells me before I leave that I don't have anything to worry about. But really, how am supposed to believe what he says, when he's been lying to me for the past 6 months? There is no trust anymore.
I can’t sleep. I lay in bed next to him overwhelmed by so many feelings that my head and my heart feel like they are going to explode. I try to listen to music to calm my thoughts. It doesn’t help. The sleeping meds don’t help. I just stare out into the darkness. I don’t touch him. Sometimes I desperately want to but I am afraid to feel close to him, so I don’t. Sometimes I just hate him and I wish I was anywhere else but beside him. And there he is, sleeping peacefully. I want to scream. I want to yell. I want to wake him up and shake him and say, “How could you do this to me?” “How can you just go about your life like everything is o.k.?” “Why am I the one who has to feel this pain?” “I didn’t do anything wrong”. I want him to feel my pain. I want him to somehow take away my pain. But I know he can’t do either.
































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