I feel indebted to each of you for your sincere posts, and I am racking up quite the tab of responses. Before I dive in, here's a brief update:
My dad had an appointment with a cardiologist this week, and was told that while the leaky valve is concerning, no surgery is required at this stage because it hasn't impacted the functioning of his heart muscle (yet). He is supposed to go in for regular EKGs to keep an eye on it, but other than monitoring and possibly blood pressure medication, nothing else is necessary until his heart shows signs of being overly stressed. It's a relief to know that it isn't as bad as he made it out to be, though he is still going to sell his business as a precautionary measure. I have some strong worries about that, but hopefully he will have more flexibility when it comes to choosing a buyer, now.
Things with me have been pretty tough. Is it possible to feel claustrophobic within your own head? That's the closest I can come to describing the feeling - there's this tension that never goes away, and it can be suffocating. I think it's due to an attempt to brace for emotional impact. I still struggle with vulnerability.
My IC says she thinks I need to start coming in twice a week, but affording it is going to be a challenge. She's willing to be flexible on the rate, but I am having a large amount of anxiety about it. I'm worried about offending her if I ask for too steep a discount, but on the other hand I'm worried about stretching myself too thin. I'm dreading the conversation.
Speaking of dreading conversations: it's currently T-6 days until 3-months from DDay. Even though BH and I discussed already that he didn't have to stick to that timeline, it's still looming large on the horizon. It doesn't help that BH reminded me of it yesterday, asking if I was "ready". My stomach tied itself into knots immediately when he asked the question, and has stayed that way ever since.
I only have time for a few responses tonight. I'd like to take the time to call out one response in particular that really struck me:
c24j - Your words touched me deeply.
if someone you loved were dying, you'd probably stick with them until they were gone. If you love your marriage, that's what you do
The analogy of death resonates with me. I find myself getting impatient when people say I'll find someone else, as though my concern is about being alone. It isn't. I'm not worried about never loving again, either. I'm grieving the loss of this, specifically. Even if I found something that made me equally happy one day, the loss of what I had with BH will always make me sad. A new relationship never fits right on top of the space the old one left, just like having a second child doesn't erase the pain of losing the first.
I want you to know that your words have given me some peace. I wish BH would let me share more with him, but I will remain thankful for what I have. The time I have, the communication I have, and the memories I have. Thank you for giving me the perspective.
DaddyDom - BH said the feelings of emptiness, numbness, and rejection are what he was feeling on DDay and after. I do feel like I understand him so much better, now, but if anything I'm afraid it's made me feel more lost than ever. I can see the fractures running within me, but I have no idea how to fix them, and it's paralyzing. Everything hurts. How do you climb out of the despair? How do you find the steps from who you are to who you want to be, let alone take them??
BakedBrain - I'm flattered that you chose my thread to be your first post. Regarding your thoughts:
Thoughtfulness - The only thing I can think of is that I made BH a pillow while I was gone. It was an attempted replica of a custom one he saw when at a meeting a couple of weeks ago that he said he liked. I didn't give it to him until after I got back, though, and I had to order the pieces before I left, so I don't know if that counts or not.
A part of being married is putting the needs of your partner ahead of your own on a regular basis and not expecting recognition for doing so. You don't do this because you have to but because you want to. Do you do this?
I have been inconsistent with this, especially over the last couple of years (unsurprisingly). Prior to then, I did. Big things, like moving to California, small things, like giving up alcohol, and tiny things, like sewing up the holes in his shirts. I realize I have a lot of ground to make up, but things are delicate right now. BH is still keeping me at arm's length (literally as well as figuratively), which I am respecting even though the distance makes me ache. It also severely limits my ability to demonstrate putting his needs first.
Yes, BH learned of the affair on day 5 of a 2-week vacation to Europe, though due to my TT he didn't know the extent of it until a few days after we got back. The rest of our vacation after DDay was abject misery. I did all the worst things - tipped off AP, explicitly lied to BH's face over and over again, begged and pleaded, you name it.
Job: I hadn't thought about it this way at all - thank you for bringing it up. Yes, if I had gotten a new job then I am confident I would not have had the affair. I have spent countless hours on "if onlys" about that - though I'd still be unknowingly broken, which means I'd still be a risk to myself and BH.
I had actually started looking up jobs while waiting at the airport before my trip, but your comment has caused me to start looking in earnest. I've been unhappy there for too long, and it's clearly been harmful to my mental state.
House: In CA there is a mandatory 6-month "cooling off" period before any filed divorce is finalized. Our financial situation is rather complicated, so I suspect it would take that long, anyway. BH will hate to invest the money to start the process, which I think might be the only thing that has stopped him so far.
Divorce: I have complicated feelings about this. It's been suggested before, but I don't see it happening for us. Truly (and without judgment), I see him doing everything he can to distance, disengage and detach from me. Maybe after a divorce the pressure would be off and he could engage with me more naturally, but I suspect instead he would double-down on writing me out of his life as fast as possible. I recognize that he is within his rights to do that...it doesn't make it hurt any less, though.
At what point does being "all in" turn into desperation? At some point, it must. At some point, you have to hang your head, admit that some things just don't go your way, and move on. I don't know what that line is, though I'm sure some people think I've already crossed it. (To be clear: I don't.)
The title of "wife" isn't what matters to me - it's being a part of his life. But at some point I have to live mine, too, and if we split that would mean moving. I don't know what that point is, but it's hard to foresee a divorced future where we would do anything but lose touch of each other entirely.
I know I owe so many more of you responses, but that's all I have in me for tonight. I hope to get through the backlog this week, since I expect Saturday to be very difficult.