Good morning,
I am a WS. My husband found out about my affair 1.5 years ago. The first year was filled with missteps and everything you are not supposed to do until we found some great programs to help us.
There was trickle truth a year after D-Day and a bit more 13 months after D-Day during a Validating Amends that our counselor suggested.
My BH has gotten some good help. He has made progress in moving past the crisis, past most of the rage and anger, into the mourning and forgiving stage.
We are both working hard to improve our communication, along with finding desire, friendship, and happiness again. We are actually doing quite well in this area.
M issue is a lifetime of deep-seated shame. At this stage, I switched careers during the Pandemic. I am still working from home, have little contacts with the outside world. I reduced my friend's circle down to damn near nothing over the affair. My extended family relationships are very stressed. I came to the end of helpfulness with my IC, and am in search of a new one.
My main issues now are:
I'm constantly questioning if what I am doing is right. If I'm failing my husband.
I am daily questioning my professional stance, and if I am a total fraud in my abilities.
I am questioning if I'll ever have any decent friends again in my mid-forties.
I am wondering what the hell life will be like.
I am at home ALL THE TIME.
I just feel extremely isolated and alone and unsure and like a failure and a PoS.
I question myself constantly.
I feel like I have a short window every day to focus on my career, bc my kids and husband need assistance with stuff throughout the day. I can't start work early or work past when my husband gets off (also working from home), because then he'll think and say I'm not focusing enough on him.
I feel like I'm just here, trying to fill time between when someone needs me to help them.
I feel like I will never be enough and never be able to get my feet back under me and be able to stand up tall again.
I feel like I am still a shell of sorts.
I created this but fuck it's killing me. I'll never be able to go dancing again, one of my favorite pasttimes. Never out with the girls on a girls trip again. Never feel comfortable being alone without my husband again.
I'm in great shape but honestly wonder if I should just let myself go and just give up sometimes. I'm intelligent and determined, but lately that's just gone.
I have worked so incredibly hard to be honest and helpful and regain my integrity and self-worth and not be a lying cheating *##$.
I am just left feeling like I still haven't found myself again after all of this.
We are still early on. I realise that.
My affair was 2013-2016. BH found out fall of 2019. 2020 was brutal as hell for everyone, all while the entire family was under the same roof for close to a year.
I feel like my marriage is in the best pace it's ever been in. And I'm so grateful for that.
But at times I feel ilke I may be in the worst place I've ever been in. A cage of my own creation. And I'm not quite sure how to get free. Wondering if it's just Karma. And if so, why am I so incredibly pissed that my AP sn't paying, at all, for his actions also. But then I think that's just the vengeful side of me stirring up. Stop and drop the resentment and stop thinking about that at all. Just focus here, now, in the present. Yet I have a ridiculously hard time focusing on anyting these days.