(((Hopeful4life)))
I’m so so sorry to hear that.
My question to you is how do you stay honest and truthful here and put your heart out there and your H can read it and process it and stay?
I wish I had a good answer for you. At the beginning I wasn’t fully honest. I lied about a few things. But my husband sat me down and told me that we were basically divorced and he spoke to a lawyer and the only chance I had at staying together was being completely and totally honest with him. I was so scared and he was so angry and he seemed to know things and he was in control and he asked me so many questions so I just told him. What did it matter anymore? He already hated me and we were getting divorced and he was in so much pain that I thought let me at least help him by being honest. But truthfully, even then I still lied about contacting my AP because he told me he’d leave me if I did and I was scared to admit it. We were separating and he was literally packing when I told him about it. Of course he already knew I lied. When he left I made a deal with God. You know one of those. And I promised I’d give him whatever he needed. My husband needed me to share my feelings and tell him what I did without holding back. So I did. And every time I did I thought he’d hate me more and leave me. Each time I was terrified that this was it. But he told me that my being honest was the only way forward for him and if I wasn’t then he’d leave for sure. Funny, I remember him using a bandaid analogy. Ripping it off fast hurts but not as much as ripping it off slowly. So I didn’t do anything special. I didn’t think I had much of a choice.
How he was able to hear me talk about my AP and what I did and ask me questions over and over again and not leave me, I truly don’t know.
I would say it’s never too late. Give your husband what he needs. Don’t worry about what he’ll do because he’s already told you he’s divorcing you. So what do you have to lose? It’s super scary but the worst thing is already happening. Just talk to him. Maybe it will help him. And if I can be a little forward, maybe it’ll be good for you too. I think it’s important to acknowledge your feelings and thoughts and not bury them. Doing that is part of why I’m in the situation I’m in.
(((Hopeful4life)))
Sharkman,
I wouldn’t agree that I’m smart. I’m very very stupid.
What was your logical evolution of a loving relationship? You thought the AP was single at the time. When we you planning on ending it?
There was nothing logical about it. It was teenager-ish. We knew each other for about a year beforehand and we were emotional involved for a little over two months before it became physical. But it was all bad teenage romantic movie gibberish. Not relationship love. Not deep meaningful love. We talked about silly things. His compliments were adult but also childish. We’d be at Starbucks and I’d say the the caramel Frappuccino was yummy and he’d say that I was yummy. Yes, it was pathetic. But I took every single thing he said as proof he loved me.
I didn’t plan on ending it. I thought about it because it was exhausting. I know it sounds crazy. Poor me living this fantasy life having forbidden sex with a wealthy man in a beautiful apartment while having a beautiful family at home and a husband who provided for me. How pitiful! What a sob story. And it’s nauseating to write it like that but it’s the truth. And it was exhausting. So I did think about ending it but nothing concrete. And I never planned on leaving my husband for him no matter if he was single or not. In fact he wanted me to. After I called him when my husband found out, he thought it was great that my husband knew cause now we could be together. I know it’s sounds crazy but I thought he was crazy for even thinking that.
ohvienna,
but it sounds like she kind of saw you as a proxy, or at least.. offshoot? manifestation? of her, and she expected perfection? She needed you to represent her "perfectly" or else it was reactivating this devestating w/I her? So she loved you, or rather, treated you with love only when you performed her definition of perfect?
OMG! This is so her! She had a Brooklyn accent that she always tried to hide. I of course had to speak with perfect diction. She dressed me in her styles. I was a teenager in the 80’s. I wanted to wear Benetton sweatshirts and dress like Lisa Bonet from the Cosby Show. I wanted to wear denim jackets and cute hats and funky shoes. She used to make me dress in styles from the 60’s because that’s what she wore. She’d buy me pearl earring and butterfly pins and make me wear them. I hate pearls. I’d buy my own clothes with babysitting money and if I was lucky, she wouldn’t throw them out. I can’t count how many times she told me I embarrassed her in front of someone else for some little thing that wasn’t how she wanted me to behave or act.
I don’t know if she ever really loved me, but I didn’t understand unconditional love until after I had my own children. I’d see it by my friends houses. Mothers who were overprotective of their children and smothered them with hugs and kisses. I thought it was weird. I’ve talked about your thoughts in therapy. I never thought of it that way explicitly but I acted that way. I always had to be the perfect wife and mother. Not because anybody told me I had to or got upset if I wasn’t, but because I just had to. Like the world would fall apart if I wasn’t and people would see me for the fraud I was.
Trying2copeinMD,
When you saw that this is progressing somewhere inappropriate, did you ever think that you should end it before it became physical? Did you think you were too far along? What I mean is, did you feel like you've already went too far to walk away without Shane, and just decided to keep on going? Did you have Any ideas about a future with this person? Any guilt while the whole thing was going on?
Who’s Shane?
I never had any thoughts about a future with my AP. I did know right from wrong and I just didn’t care. I gave myself excuses why each step was okay. It’s not so bad. We really didn’t do anything horrible. We just talked. He just brushed my hair away. He just touched my arm. I just held his hand. We just kissed. It was just a peck that’s all. It wasn’t until we had sex the first time when I knew I’d keep going. It wasn’t because I felt like I was in too deep. More like because I loved how it made me feel and I wanted more of that. I felt guilty the first time and a few times after but I got very good at pushing those thoughts away. At home, if I thought about it at all, then the house would end up being the cleanest it ever was. I’d prepare awesome meals. I became super mom. See? I’m not bad. I’m the best wife and mother ever!
Iwantmyglasses,
I’m so sorry for what your husband did to you and for your pain. I hope my posts haven’t triggered you.
When you were in the midst of the affair, what gave you the right to hurt your husband? He wasn’t a bad husband.
No he wasn’t. I was a bad wife. And the answer is nothing. Nothing at all. Nothing gave me the right to do what I did. That didn’t matter. I never justified it to myself saying my husband was a rotten guy so I’m entitled. I was worse than that. I just didn’t care. I only thought about what I wanted and needed.
I’m glad you’re at peace.
Goingsolo1,
Don't get me wrong, all marriages are special, but the idea of having a single sexual partner throughout your life, the idea of loving and making love to just one sounds deeply romantic and special.
Mrs Walloped, has your husband ever highlighted this aspect of your affair?
How do you help him with his healing when it comes to the fact that you now have had more than one sexual partner while your husband's only experience is with you?
I think I have to stop being surprised at the things people know!
This is hard. It was special and we were special together and I soiled it. That’s not the right word. You can get out stains. This is irrevocable. I don’t know the right thing to compare it to but if we stay married, then for the rest of my life I’ll be his one and only but he won’t be mine. It’s a big deal for him. A really big deal. He didn’t want to touch me for months because of it. And he went through a whole period when he doubted himself, he wanted to know if my AP was better than him in bed, physically too (he wasn’t, just different). He couldn’t handle knowing the things I did with my AP. He asked me about everything we did over and over again. About positions and where we did it and the things we said while together. He had horrible nightmares and what he called mind movies about me and my AP. Even when we started having sex again we’d stop in the middle so many times because he couldn’t get thoughts of me and him out of his head. And we’d just cry together. If he did something pleasurable to me and I responded to it he’d ask if that’s what my AP did or if that’s how I sounded with him. He’s much better about it now though. I think it’s part of his work on acceptance, but I don’t think he’ll ever get over this fully. I can say my husband has always only been mine but he can’t say the same.
How do I help him heal? I can’t do anything about this specifically. I can’t change it. But I snuggle up to him and kiss his neck. I thank him for staying with me. I think I said some of this before but I initiate sex a lot more than I ever did. I hardly ever say no when he asks. I thank him for loving me and making love to me. I try to be more playful with him. I entice him. I dress up for him when we go out and in a different way when we’re home alone. We went shopping for lingerie together and I wear them for him. I compliment him and tell him how sexy and attractive I think he his. After sex I tell him how great it was and that he’s the only one who ever made me feel this way. And when my AP does come up, I tell Walloped that my AP never did for me what he does. That sex is much better with him than with my AP. And it’s true. Yes, I enjoyed the sex, but it was a selfish relationship. We each were in it for ourselves. I got off on him complimenting me and telling me how horny he was for me or how sexy I was. He talked a lot during sex and that fed my desire. But we didn’t connect the same way. We didn’t have that history I have with my husband. I didn’t feel loved and safe and accepted and treasured the way I did with my husband. I’m not always good at what I try to do. Some of it is awkward and funny and weird but it’s all I know. And the best part is that when I try, he tries too. And we both enjoy that. Does that help him heal? I don’t know that anything could really but I hope that at least let’s him know that I treasure him and that it eases his pain a little bit.
Iwantmyglasses,
Thank you for sharing that. I know my husband felt so alone too. He told me he had nobody left. I don’t know what he would have done if his brother wasn’t around for him. I don’t want to dishonor you by saying I truly understand about his ring but I do know that there are so many things that trigger people and I can see why his ring would do that for you. Funny thing is that I can tell you that my wedding ring is now one of my most precious possessions. That and our wedding and family albums. Everything else can go in the trash for all I care. So as much as those might be triggers for a BS, they’re my life support system.
I get why he shared here. And I’m grateful he was able to.