Well, I am new here, been lurking around for little over a month but haven't posted anything, but guess it's time I said hello. This site has been a source of great strength for me and honestly believe if I had not found it I never would have had the courage to confront him. I have been aware for a few years that he looked at P occasionally and I thought I was ok with it, guess I just convinced myself it's a "guy thing" and I was supposed to be ok with it. About 8 mos. ago I discovered it was a lot more than occasionally, often times 3 and 4 times a week, which I feel is far more than any married man should be indulging in it. I probably would have remained oblivious had it not started to affect our intimacy, and it only kept getting worse, bringing out behaviors I had never been subjected to, like spending half of our son's football game checking out a pretty woman sitting close to us. A couple years ago he would never have done that.
We had our arguments about this almost a month ago, Dec. 2nd and 4th, nothing was resolved for me, all he did was get angry, defensive and blame me for "his" marriage crumbling around him. Eventually he took all the blame after seeing me break down and cry like even I haven't see me cry like before. I can't help but not trust his apologies after all the hurtful things he said just moments before, I feel like he only apologized and calmed down to appease me. It hurts like hell to think that because he is such a considerate and loving man toward me, always wants to fix things for me when I am upset about something, I should be able to trust that he is truely sorry and realizes the emotional damage he has caused me. We haven't talked about it since the first week it all came out, I know he is not comfortable with it so I guess I am allowing it to just be the "elephant in the room". So here I am trying to get through this secretly.
I have been doing fairly well the past couple of weeks, but I think mostly because I had been so busy. Wednesday was a tough day, I guess because it was the first calm day I have had for a while. Thoughts I didn't want in my head kept invading no matter how hard I tried to push them out. So I cleaned. When he came home from work, he saw that I was still buzzing around cleaning anything and everything I could think of and immediately he gets uncomfortable and asked me what was wrong since he knows the only time I get into my frantic cleaning mode is when I am bothered by something. I, of course, tell him I am fine because I want to save him from feeling any sort of guilt, especially since he feels this whole thing is resolved. I suppose it is for him, he promised to stop and has so far followed through, in two days it will be a month since he last looked at P. I am happy about that but this is not just a surface wound like he seems to think it is. As much as I wish they did, apologies and promises don't erase the pain.
Right now I can't get that night out of my head because it became very apparent that he greatly underestimates how much he hurt me, I am starting to think he is thinking I was only angry. I was surprised at how much that realization hurt me. Some days I think the only way I can get past this is if he fully understands how I was affected by all this, other days I think its better to just get over it the best I can on my own since I know stress is a trigger for him. I can't stop myself from wanting to put him first, but it's getting harder and harder to muffle the voice inside me screaming "what about me?!"
Last week seemed so promising, this week I feel like I am drowning again...I thought the tears were behind me.
































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