I think you are giving her too much credit and you will figure it out.
I know you're right--perhaps it's just the inevitability of where that path leads that bothers me. I want to deescalate so that my WW feels more comfortable, not tighten the grip and return to where we were a few weeks ago.
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I can also provide an update on last night. My WW returned from her work trip late afternoon while I was on a work call. We said hello, but only interacted for about 15 minutes before I had to head out for the evening with my mom and sister. I thought my WW was distant in the brief encounter, but assumed it was her long travel day on three hours of sleep.
I went to a wonderful dinner and then to a play, not thinking about my WW or the affair all night...until about halfway through the play when there was an affair-related joke. There was a guy a character didn't like, so he said: "Those are the kind of guys I like to fuck their wives."
It struck me hard, at first the brief shame knowing that my mom and sister were probably thinking about me in that moment, and then me moving to a negative head space. Logically, I couldn't make sense of why it affected me, but emotionally I felt really down. I began to analyze it a bit--was there something about the specific joke or was it just the general reference to infidelity that bothered me?
The joke is more AP centric--he's the subject: the one who fucked my wife--the wife in the joke is the object. I haven't had much anger for AP this entire time; all my anger has been directed at my WW. Are my feelings genuine? Am I repressing some anger for AP that I don't realize I have? I *feel* nothing for him, but maybe that's not true.
I suspect more likely, it was just the general reference to infidelity that snapped me out of the moment and back to my pitiful reality. Reflecting back now, it makes me so angry that I'm so emotionally fragile--a silly joke ruined my evening. I need to figure out how to stop that from happening.
I finished watching the play and drove everyone home, but my negative headspace stayed with me. I couldn't shake it.
While my WW was traveling, she had sent me text messages of what she wanted to do with me when she got back, so I knew she'd be waiting up and looking to fool around when I arrived home. I was navigating that in my head on the ride home--how I wanted to handle it. Did I want to give into the negativity and go to sleep with my self-pity or did I want to force it aside and try to enjoy the night with my WW?
I got up to the bedroom and she was asleep with "Not Just Friends" open on her chest; but she woke up as I walked in. We chatted for a bit about her trip and how we felt while away from each other. I told her I was fine with her gone--I felt very disconnected from her. She jumped on that and said it was exactly how she felt: disconnected. And how strange she felt coming home. She said she was overwhelmed by the uncertainty of our relationship her entire time away.
Again, it's hard for me to know how you all see my WW--but all I see usually is a frightened little girl.
We ended up having sex twice and we both enjoyed it. We both felt more connected to each other afterward.
Looking back at the night, it felt like it was the most remorseful I've seen her. It just felt different than usual--I saw her pain rather than empty words. I also recognize though that the primary difference last night is I didn't probe into anything she said--a course that has always led me to unfortunate discoveries. Without an opportunity for her to drop the mask, what I saw last night could still just be a mask--it's going to take time for me to discern the difference.
I'm going out again with my sister tonight for dinner and leaving my wife home with the kids. Dinner is in the same city as the affair hotel, so I'd like to take a trip there without my wife. I may even drive by the hotel on my way to the restaurant--I have this undying urge to rid my brain of all these boogeymen.