Again I must be incapable of explaining what the reality of life is because I express what I see inside myself and why I respond to some things from my wife the way I do.
Because I was a mess during my trauma and ptsd. My wife was a mess too.
Our daughter felt that stress then. Everything was unspoken and under the rug. But we barely kept it together.
You do assume from my stories that the life here must look grey, sad, full of stress and tensions., dissociation.
Well it used to be like that.
Is not like that anymore today. Not at all.
I found myself again, the person I always was but free of traumas and baggages. Those are "metaphorically " dead. I do know they existed. I do know they belonged to me. I do remember the pain and weight of that mountain that I carried half of my life.
You know how it looks like today?
My wife is in love like a teenager. My presence regulates and reassures her. Same goes for my daughter.
We have more energy than in our 20s, we get out, do some unpredictable things together, like a family. All 3 search each other. Chores and life’s little crises are something that gets resolved quickly, efficiently, almost casually.
Our overall health is improved. Our finances have improved. Our happiness has improved.
You would never think that our family is anything other than happy, because it is not a performance, it’s natural now.
Sure at the root of it all there was my reclaimed self worth, agency and a confrontation between me and my wayward wife.
That was painful for her and liberating for me.
Is when she for the first time realized that she was never working to change her patterns, she just rugswept and flies low. She built a narrative of happiness and peace that just wasn’t there, nobody felt it, it was miserable and it was performed.
She cried for the first time realizing that what she did was not normal and forgivable but something horrible.
She promised she will commit to change.
She swore she will fight for us.
She said it was good to have me back. Not as an empty shell, but me.
But the foundation of it all was both of us realizing that our "reconciliation " after her infidelity was fake.
She was never honest about it. She kept lying and editing the story to be less shameful.
Every single thing we have was built on that rotten foundation.
And I couldn’t stand it anymore, I had to call it for what it is.
A lie.
Because whatever you build over a lie is nothing but false, tainted at birth.
I committed to the truth. She committed to.
She swore she wants to rebuild. I told we can only build from zero, but there can be no more lies to that foundation, or all would collapse again.
She agreed.
She begins to change and do all the right things, reconnecting with me with all her energy.
And then confessions started to come. It wasn’t just an affair, not only one infidelity.
There was another one.
She gives me open access to her mails, texts etc.
There is another one.
And another one.
And another one.
Go on up to twelve.
She did confess and open up more but she trickled truth on other infidelities that I tried to confront her with in the past, right before my complete destruction, because she thought they didn’t matter and I would just suffer if I found those out.
So she kept secrets.
You imagine the feeling you get when not only you realized your earlier reconciliation was a fake, but there were actually more affair before and after it.
With the whole corollary, minimizing, excusing, blame shifting etc.
I simply stood my ground and told her my boundaries are simple. Until we get out the whole truth no reconciliation is possible. I don’t want to repeat the first time again and again and again.
You claim you are a different woman and you are absolutely sure I am the person who you want the most in your life. That you are changed and you are disgusted by your past choices.
And I can sense that she is honest when she says that.
However the shame she Carrie’s keeps the truth still hidden is like her memory is frozen and blocks it all.
I know it’s possible that the psyche blocks you access to memories if they are traumatic.
My only condition is unchanged, I need truthfulness or trust can never come back.
You can’t trust someone when the version of a story keeps changing every time, so radically depending on who she is telling it, that is baffling to see, incredible she doesn’t even notice it.
And when you point it out she realizes and reacts shocked, not like someone caught in a lie, but like someone realizing their mind is playing a script they don’t even remember. It’s like an emotional block that changes her behavior in real time, she does act like a different person, it’s almost creepy.
She promised to work on her to unblock this emotions and memories.
She is doing it religiously. I can’t honestly say she isn’t committed to it.
And I stopped pushing because she gets in that frozen state. It works to brute force it for a moment, but as the pain she feels increases she always freezes.
I am not her therapist, it’s not my role to heal her. I am the betrayed partner who is still around, or if you wish, the idiot that is still around because he can see there’s good in her, even if she is still deeply broken.
I can be many things, one thing I am sure I am not though:
A cheater.
I don’t lie. I don’t go behind her back. I don’t deceive her into believing something that is not. I don’t indulge in other women nor respond to their constant invitations.
I tell her the truth of what I feel.
I am open to try to reconcile IF she becomes a safe partner.
- if the lies stop
- if she comes forward and tell me everything
- if I can be serene that I won’t find another hidden affair partner months of years from now
- if she finally checks with my past pain and shows empathy
- if she owns herself as accountable and stops blaming me or others for her choices
She asked me to give her time. She promised that she will do it. She asked me to stop inquiring and digging to leave her do it through therapy and then come around to me.
She might have done the right things since the first confrontation, but there are a few points on my list that are just not there.
I held my part of the bargain, I don’t push, I don’t bring it up, unless it’s really coming up because something she does or say is so out of touch that would trigger any Bs to crawl into a ball and cry.
It doesn’t hurt me like that now, but it does still stings and pisses me off when it happens.
I can only bite my tongue so much, if you bring up those things I can’t avoid to confront them.
And often a new affair comes out, like yesterday.
Are these confrontations harsh and painful? Yes, for her for sure. For me it’s a sting it’s unpleasant and burns a little but it doesn’t throw me again into the abyss. Or perhaps it does it, but is just a quick dip, I bounce out of it immediately. I know that place all too well, it was my home for too long, I know the way out and I don’t like to indulge inside it.
What I can do besides breaking up, leaving her and traumatize my daughter even more, it’s just keeping it all inside, or writing here about what I feel, what I felt in those moments. Why I think it’s still painful but it doesn’t destroy me like it would, like it should.
I still have pride that no matter what she did, no matter how hurt or consumed I was during our relationship and marriage then, I always had her back, I always thought about the good things she’s capable of, and I fought harder to make our life better however I could.
Never faultered never even allowed me to be tempted. Never asked for a thank you or recognition of my absolute loyalty. Never complained or shamed what to me was a business between me and her. Nobody else knows but me her and her friends who witnessed her affairs.
The only place where I speak of what I felt and feel is here.
And that’s not the first time I’ve been called a "cheater" here for that.
Again it’s not pleasant and I absolutely don’t recognize myself in that judgement.
But I could be also be completely off the rails and be wrong. What can I say, I’m fine moving to the wayward side if that’s the case.
I find it helpful to keep writing and to help others if it does.
Just let’s make it clear so I won’t be posting in this section anymore.
I am ok with it.
All I know I never betrayed my girlfriend or my wife, not even with the thought, and I never will.
That’s something I know and I will keep my head high for it no matter what.