Does it get easier to hear their confessions? I am not talking about disclosure, per se. I am talking about accountability, I suppose. When they are coming home from work and immediately confessing to you whatever s*xual struggles they had that day, to what degree and to what level. My h didn’t give me details I didn’t want or need to hear, only those that were relevant. The most he told me was that he first noticed her b/c of how she was dressed, which then led him to start fantasizing. He did not share the particular fantasy, b/c I have told him I don’t want to know that part, ever. He didn’t even describe to me how she was dressed. I asked what she was wearing, b/c I wanted to know. He said she was wearing shorts. I asked if they were short-shorts. He said no, just regular length shorts. I said, “I figured out awhile ago that skin is one of your triggers.” He was silent after I said that.
My h has only done this a few times these past 2-1/2 years. It has been awhile since the last time. He confessed what I’ll call a “minor” struggle to me yesterday. Yet it felt like it carried all the weight of a full-blown disclosure, even though I’ve never been given one of those. But at the same time, I can imagine what it would feel like to get one. After knowing what I went through last night, I don’t think I’d be able to handle it.
I suffered horribly last night, in the aftermath of his “confession”, which was of only one single incident, insignificant when compared to some of the other things he’s done. In the end, it still felt very painful for me to hear. It still felt like a deep betrayal. It hurts me deeply that other women still have the ability to do this to him.
Our CSAT told us that he doesn’t think my h should disclose past incidents to me at this point, but he should tell me about anything new as it comes up, b/c I need and I deserve to have validation, which I’ve rarely been given. I also felt strongly that I needed to get that validation of what I still see him do, that he never seems able to admit to. Now that I’ve been given this, I am not so sure I want it any more.
I used to be better at detachment, than I am now. It used to be easier for me to hear his confessions that first year, as few as those were. They became harder to hear, as we went along. Last night was the hardest one yet. Why is this, I wonder?
Neither one of us knows how to be there for the other one. I used to be able to be there for him, but I can’t help but feel that since he has never learned how to be there for me, when it comes to me reeling from his addiction, it began to feel as if I was the only one giving, and he was doing all the taking. I felt taken for granted. I felt as if I was taking all the responsibility. I began to feel alone, b/c he would leave me alone at least figuratively, whenever I was struggling b/c of something he’d done. At some point, you just start shutting down, due to this.
I said to him last night, “I’m sorry I can’t be there for you right now. I need to deal with my own stuff. I know you can’t be there for me right now, b/c you are dealing with your own stuff.” He replied, “I need to learn how to be there for you.” I think that was the last thing he said before going up to bed a short time later. It is so sad how right now, we are both sitting in our own pain, unable to reach out to the other.
He never asked me how I was feeling, in the aftermath of what he told me. I couldn’t bring myself to ask him how he was feeling. I was already feeling too distraught myself. I had nothing left to give to him last night. I needed all my strength and all my resources for me. I was really struggling to get through what felt like one of the darkest nights of my life. I guess it was a matter of principle that got to me. No matter how “small” the indiscretion, it still has the same ability to rip your heart out. I still felt deeply hurt and betrayed. But, I have been feeling badly about myself again, too. My self-esteem has been slipping. I’m sure that has a lot to do with it.
Does it get easier? Or should I put a stop to this before he has a chance to “confess” to me again? If what I went through last night is going to be the norm whenever he confesses, I don’t think I have it in me to keep enduring that. It will wear me down and destroy me sooner than later.
If he really feels it helps him to tell me, then I want to be able to be there for him in this way. I used to think it would really help me if he told me. But now that he has, I’m not so sure. I don’t know if I want him to tell me any more.
It sort of felt like he was “dumping” on me, for his own selfish reasons. Maybe he was not being selfish; maybe he was doing it for me, or for both of us. I feel very confused about a lot of things right now.
I held strong and never cried in front of him. But it took everything I had not to. He rarely comforts me if I've been crying due to him. Instead, he leaves me alone to get through it.
































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