Where to begin? I guess by just saying that we are all humans. We are all unique. Every circumstance is unique. We all fuck up from time to time. When we do, it's our fault. This forum and website has been amazingly helpful to me. When blinded by emotion and never having planned to deal with a problem like this, it has been amazing to have others who have been in my shoes give some non-emotional eyes to the situation as I've typed it out on the screen. I did however start to feel like relying on this site too much was not entirely helpful. I say this with no offense intended, but the posters on here while they are helping me and the OBS, are always going to be arm chair quarterbacks. I understand that there are patterns to how the fallout from an A goes down. I understand that there are recommended steps and actions to deal with this scenario and psychological tendencies for humans. However, I am the husband to the WW. I am the quarterback on the field using both my planned plays, but also with the skill and experience to read when a plan isn't going to work and changing it on the spot. The discussion and aftermath I had with my WW last night took this path.
When I revealed the A to her sister the other night, part of the conversation was some insight about my WW's family. Her sister and her always called their home the "doll house." She said they were raised to always keep up the appearance that everything was fine. Always happy and never any problems shown. On the outside their lives to others must always appear perfect, basically the equivalency of today's Instagram posts and other social media shares. Always show this dreamy perfect life, but that's never how it is. While they showed to the outside world that had a perfect home, the reality is that on the inside they had a mess. Psychological abuse from a father who thought he was helping his girls to be strong women by teaching them never to show weakness. This information I sort of already knew but it struck me and stayed in my mind as I've tried to read my WW.
I could tell my WW was hiding her feelings and even though I knew she was also hurting I didn't know what she was hurting for. Was it for the loss of the A or was it remorse? Was it both? I reflected on the statements she had made since I confronted her. "I have been so lonely for so long now." "I didn't think you loved me anymore." "I didn't feel appreciated." "I feel trapped." "I feel like I've become just a paycheck to you." "I work all the time and then when I am home you don't seem to want to spend time with me or love me." I understand that to her these are justifications for the A. I also understand that to her they were genuine feelings. Don't get me wrong, I understand that her choice to have the A is 100% on her, but we as BS's can't just ignore these comments. Many of these comments I had heard before on rare occasions at times I know were well before the A. More than hearing these statements from her, it hit me like a sack of bricks that she was being honest and I saw the problems with us that we'd both developed. Her comments could be taken in two ways, panic attached excuses or heartfelt expressions. My experience and knowledge of my W told me that she was expressing both. On the M side, I take 50% of the responsibility. I see the weaknesses that had developed in our M that led to the A. Some of those weaknesses were caused by my actions as much as hers. We had become complacent. We had become distracted by kids and life and neglected what we use to value between us. We were no longer acting like the people we married. We were letting weeds grow in our garden.
I understand that as BS's we have to deal with the A first, and then see if the M can be mended. So I continued to shift that fact back to her. I told her I was still stuck in infidelity because I had not actually seen any action from her to end the affair. I reminded her that she'd seen a lawyer in the morning and that as far as I knew, she could be making plans to run away with the AP still. I told her that I'd mentioned she needed to write a letter ending it and demanding NC and she hadn't done it yet. I told her that while I appreciate her telling me she deleted him from her communication channels that I had not seen this and that even if she did, that it was only a very small gesture towards helping me. Conversation was interrupted by our girls at this point.
Later yesterday once we got the girls to bed, I just walked downstairs and sat on the loveseat adjacent to our couch in our sunroom. She came down also and looked at me and said "God, do we have to talk again right now?" I looked at her with the most stable, honest face and said no. We don't have to talk. I'm just sitting her with my thoughts, but if she wanted to talk that I'd listen. She sat on the couch across from me looked at me and just dissolved before my eyes. She broke down in tears more than I believe I've ever seen her show. She wept. I coldly asked why she was crying. Her reply was "I have fucked up so badly and destroyed everything. I have hurt you so badly. I have done so much damage and I don't know if it can ever be repaired. I don't know if you can ever love me again. I hate myself so much and what I've done." It was genuine. It was heartfelt. It was remorse. This is when I had to abandon all of you on this site. I had to be the quarterback on the field. My brain said to keep my guard up. Stay distant. Stay angry. But my gut and heart said something different.
One of the letters I'd found between them on D-Day expressed to her AP a story that had happened between us. She told him about how she was crying in our home from loneliness and that I had seen her and just walked away. She described how badly that hurt her and made her feel unloved. She asked him who could do that to someone they loved. I have no memory of this event, but I looked at the situation we were actively in and it pushed me to a decision. Do I repeat that action from the letter or do I go to her. I went to her.
I asked if I could sit beside her. She said yes so I did so with caution. I gently placed my arm over her shoulders and she rushed to me as though she couldn't breath if she didn't She wept in my arms for a long time and I just held her there with my own thoughts. I felt for the first time that she might be beginning to leave the fog. She was in pain. She knew she'd made a huge mistake. She admitted it and showed true remorse for breaking us and hurting me.
I did something then that I know others on here are going to be shocked by and will probably think I've made a huge mistake. What I did was simply tell her with honesty that came to me suddenly that "I forgive her."
Don't get me wrong, I'm not delusional and thinking everything is fine now. I'm not naive to the fact that there is still a mountain of shit that we will have to work through if we have a chance. I know I'm not in the clear. I know that this seems rushed to some. I know that I could be making a mistake. But I also new in my heart that at that moment that it is simply what I felt and that it needed to be said. I still have a long way to go to rebuild trust. I still have my guard up in a lot of ways. I may very well be unaware that I'm burying hurt and denying it. But I also know that I have no regrets this morning. We both expressed hope that we could return to being the people we married. Return to the happy. In holding her I was also struck by how long it's been since I had felt such a connection with her. We were bonded in that moment. If became cleat that she didn't love her AP. He just filled a void that we had. I think she realized this as well.
We stayed on that couch for what felt like an eternity. Her beside me and hold me and me holding her. We expressed that we had to keep this moment alive. Neither wanted to stop the moment despite a trickle of rational thought that we'd have to go to bed eventually. I told her I didn't want to stop the moment so that I was going to have to carry her upstairs. This is something I probably haven't done to memory since our wedding night and I did it. She laughed and cried as I carried her upstairs to our bed. We both got ready for bed, laid down, and then immediately went to the other person again to simply embrace. There was no sex. It was just holding on to something I knew I'd lost and found. Not found a person, I'd found us somehow. I let her go first and she pulled me back. She fell asleep in my arms for the first time in forever.
This morning the very first thing WE did was embrace again. She apologized again. I thanked her.I also apologized for any hurt I have caused her in the past. She left for work today and for the first time I felt I could breath. That I didn't need to pop a pill to stay in control of myself. I allowed myself to feel what I believe is justified hope. She told me she loved me as she got into her car and I returned the words in honesty.
Just now as I type she has texted me and asked if I would please help her find the name of a counselor she could see that's in our insurance network. I said I could. She also said that she had downloaded the book I'd mentioned I'd ordered her (How to Heal Your Spouse After Your Affair) and that she was already reading it at work as she could. She told me she contacted her triathlon coach to let him know that she was going to at least take a break and probably stop working with him. She informed her coach that she wouldn't be training with the AP anymore. (They shared the same coach) I thanked her for letting me know and taking actions and that it was helping me.
One day at a time now.
I'll be honest and say that I may need to step back from this site some now. Please don't take offense in this as I value all the time and effort people on here have given freely to try to help a stranger. It has helped me. I'm sure I'll be back on here but I've got to see how to navigate this on my own for the next little bit. I plan to read the replies to this posting, but know where I am and I hope it can make sense to some of you. I'm another story on here. Each one is different. Perhaps I'll be in a position to help someone on here later on. Until it feels right. Farewell for now.
Bahama