It's been a tough week for my BW. We all know that recovery is an up and down process for the BS, and that the downs can seem to them so endless sometimes. We are about 3 months out and working really hard on R, and to be honest, overall, it is going about as well as R can go. We both love each other dearly and are putting in the effort to read, talk, get counseling, lean into each other and do things together. All of those things happen and all of them are good things that really seem to help both of us. To be honest, in some ways, our marriage is better than ever. We are learning how to talk to each other and not stuff things down. We are being intimate and loving. We are working at our marriage and not just taking it for granted.
But still, those downs come. The truth is, you can say all the right things, do all the right things, and love each other all you want, but at the end of the day none of that changes the truth about what happened and how much pain I put my spouse in, how much trust I destroyed, how every day she wakes up and wonders if anything I ever said or did was real, and if she will ever be happy again. She wonders if she will ever look at me and not see a scarlet "A" painted on me.
I wish I could take her pain away. I truly do, if only I could take it from her and bear the burden for her I would. She doesn't deserve to hurt, I do. I do what I can to help, and every day I try to give her what she needs, whether that be love, attention, space, comfort, or maybe a strong drink... I know she needs to process this pain. I know she is suffering. I feel ill equipped to help her sometimes, it is like being at the scene of a car wreck and all you have are band-aids. (Worse yet, I was the other driver).
I love her. She has been amazing. She never kicked me out, never left me, and has been understanding and supportive since D-Day and has never stopped trying to work together to heal. I love her to depths I cannot begin to describe, and yet, I crushed her. When the pain gets bad, she goes numb. Sometimes numb is a little sad. Today she decribed her numb as being a zombie. She can't feel, can't think, can't be anything but sad and depressed and disillusioned. She wants to R as much as I do, but at 3 months out, it is hard for her to picture that day when not every day is filled with despair.
Today and every day I am trying to makeup for the love I denied her and then some. The sadder she becomes the stronger I try to be for her. I encourage her to feel her pain, I know she needs to go through it... but at the same time I also encourage her to find reasons to look forward to happiness again. To try and find things that make her smile, even if it is just a baby step. I want her to know that we can truly be happy again one day. On days like this, when she can't bear to do anything more than exist, then I will be twice as supportive so she doesn't have to.
I cannot bear her pain for her. But I can sit beside her and hold her tightly so she need not bear it alone. I cannot predict the future for her. But I can show her through my words, deeds and actions that the possibilities are bright. I cannot remove the stain of the affair. But I can be the man she wants and deserves, and put her back on the pedestal that she should never have been knocked off of in the first place, higher than everyone else in my life. And hope that the band-aids I have are enough to heal the pain over time.