Update: A Very Rough Night
So the last couple of days have taken a negative turn—atmosphere-wise—largely due to the discussion of my MIL and me potentially not seeing her family again; but also the recent lie reveal about the silly exbf non-incident in 2009.
My sister had secured reservations a few days ago at a good new restaurant and couldn’t go, so I thought I’d take my wife out to dinner and we’d hopefully lighten things up a bit.
Yesterday began with a CT session that was very hard on my wife. I was very critical of my wife’s behavior during the marriage and the CT echoed them to her as problematic. We spent a good deal of time talking about her secretive spending, and again, the CT was very hard on her. The session more or less cast her as a child and me sick of parenting her.
We left the session and I had to drive her to the train. I thought it went well, as it was all stuff she needed to hear, but I also recognized that she might be having a rough time processing it. I probed a bit to see how she felt and she told me she felt lost, like she had no identity anymore—she said she really had no idea who she was and felt like someone who had never learned how to be a decent human and functional adult.
I sat supportive listening, without much to say—honestly, it seemed like a fair assessment of what I saw. I mean it’s not all that bad, she has positive qualities too obviously, but overall that’s how I feel about her in light of the affair and everything else.
By mid-afternoon I decided to write my wife an email. I knew I’d be meeting her for dinner in a few hours and I thought I’d get some of my thoughts down on paper rather than bog down the dinner with conversation on this stuff.
I led my email pointing out that the highest probability for happiness for me was to separate (which I think is true), but also noted that I still believed we had a shot to develop a genuinely great relationship that we could be proud of and could act as an important model for our children—that could be peak happiness for both of us.
I went on to add that if we set out to achieve that relationship through R, I couldn’t care less about her parents—I’d be willing to bite the bullet and smile and nod all so she could be happy. I feel like forgiving her family would be a good gesture from me to show I was serious in developing the relationship with her that I want.
And lastly, I talked about how I expected more from her on my sexual kinks and that I needed her to be more open with me rather than make me feel ashamed.
She emailed back, largely confused, thinking my point about divorce being safest for me meant that’s what I wanted to do. She was also appreciative about the potential offer with her parents and said it wasn’t necessary and told me she was very willing to be more open with my fetishes and felt awful for making me feel ashamed.
I tried to clarify my point about divorce being safer but she didn’t understand what I meant still.
I drove to meet her for dinner (about a block from the parking garage she would meet AP) and I was still feeling largely negative about our status, but was trying to pep talk myself into being positive at dinner. I arrived and she was seemingly doing the same—fake smiles so we can both pretend all is fine.
The dinner atmosphere turned negative quickly, her giving a 100-yard stare into the distance and me not knowing what to say or do really. I tried to dig in a bit with her about her childhood, again probing if there were any repressed issues. She was receptive to the conversation and we began to chat about it—it led us off to a separate conversation about how her younger sister has multiple negative teenage-year incidents with men, including one in the family. My wife also mentioned how great her sister was to talk with, noting they had a texting exchange earlier.
During the conversation my phone was blowing up—there was a bit of a work emergency developing and I was getting texts and emails from my boss and the CEO. I politely apologized to my wife for the interruption and I took 30~ seconds to read what was happening just in case I got a call from my CEO.
I then turned back to my wife, apologized again, and tried to dive back into the conversation. She told me earlier in the day a Facebook memory came up on her phone from 2016 when I took her out to a nice dinner—she recalled how excited she was, got her hair done and dressed up, but then at the dinner I was on my phone the entire night. I apologized that had happened, but told her I had no recollection of it, wondering if there was a work emergency or something that night (I honestly have no memory of what she is referring to and don’t recall ever being on my phone for an entire dinner).
She told me I did the same thing tonight by getting distracted with my phone, and also cited me recently being on my phone during a movie with our kids (that’s true—I was posting on SI a couple of weeks ago while I sat on couch next to my children watching a kids movie).
She then added that I’m often not present and it was not all on her that she felt so isolated in our marriage. (Note: She has made a point twice in the last couple of days that she has felt she uses her phone too much and is making an active attempt to be more “present”—her accusation against me felt like projecting, though I’m sure like everyone I wish I was on my phone less.)
So I paused for a bit to figure out what was happening: it seemed like she was picking a fight with me over my 30 second phone use for a work emergency at dinner and applying it to me making her feel isolated in our marriage—that leading her to cheat. It was a strange accusation considering she literally spent the affair sitting next to me on the couch watching movies while she was actively trying to make another man cum from her phone.
I got angry, but stayed controlled. I began to point out how absurd what she was doing was and saw her defensiveness engage, so I bailed on the conversation entirely. Spent most of rest of dinner in silence, I paid the large bill, for which she thanked me, then we quietly took a long walk to the car and long drive home.
We got home fairly late and went right up to bed. I told her what she did was wholly unfair: again explaining that I’m completely devastated right now and she’s picking an unnecessary fight with me at dinner. She apologized, said I was right, but quickly added that I do use my phone too much at times.
I paused again and tried to put myself in her shoes to understand if it was even conceivable that she could still be pressing me on this issue right now, with any thought to how I felt and knowing how high tensions were between us. I arrived at the conclusion that she is literally incapable of empathy and responded to her with: "I think we should separate."
She blurted out: "You’ve just been waiting to say that!" and she ran upset out of the bedroom and downstairs.
I sat in bed for a bit collecting my thoughts—the night was just weird. She hasn’t tried blame-shifting to that extreme in a long time (weeks?) and to me it felt like it came out of nowhere. I began to wonder if she had talked to someone during the day; it was like she had this entitlement in her voice that came from somewhere else—again, her being the victim on a topic we had already long established she was not a victim.
I went downstairs and asked to see her phone (she was crying hysterically)—I knew she spoke with her sister, so at a minimum, I wanted to read that conversation.
In mid-afternoon they had a text exchange—my wife reached out telling her sister she felt so lost after the CT session. Her sister came on STRONG: "You didn’t fail…none of this is your fault…you were carrying the entire marriage on your shoulders…marriage is supposed to be a partnership…you’re the only one trying to save the marriage now and fight for it…etc."
It was all the crazy shit my wife was saying immediately after DDay—coincidentally when her mother and sister were still here visiting and my wife was talking to them.
My wife didn’t respond to any of the sister’s craziness, but I lost my shit reading it and reaffirmed I was done and went back upstairs. My wife followed a few minutes later and showed me her phone; a text back to her sister just then in which she told her sister she was the one who was wrong and it was all her fault and that I’ve been great—all the bad things she had said about me were lies to mislead her and her mom.
I can’t say I cared much about the text, I was in disbelief that my wife managed to feel emboldened from her chat and was attempting to push back at me when our marriage was in such a tenuous spot. I told her it’s clear she really feels that way—that I’m stuck imagining her being bent over and fucked by another guy and she has the callousness to pick a fight with me about the cause of her isolation while I’m taking her out to dinner. I told her I felt trapped in hell and saw no way out with her crazy behavior—to which she responded, "then we should just get a divorce."
I have to be honest, divorce still didn’t feel real in that moment and she immediately apologized and backtracked on saying it (of course, in her defensiveness pointing out that I said it first—she is such a child it hurts my brain).
She then spent a while apologizing to me for everything while she cried. She told me she has felt me slipping away from her every day and she doesn’t know how to talk to me—she feels like she just keeps fucking things up and saying the wrong thing. She also echoed how genuinely lost she feels as a person right now and wants to talk with me about it but doesn’t want to make everything about her. And lastly, she reaffirmed that she can’t imagine life without me and she will do anything to make this work (which again is entirely opposite to her behavior at dinner).
I calmly listened, asking pointed questions at times. She is still dealing with a cold and had taken NightQuill, so I suggested she sleep. I cuddled into her and cried for a bit while she slept, as I’ve been doing on and off all night.
I feel like this has all gotten away from me. I wonder, for those who have gotten divorced, is this what the end looks like? I’m a movie buff and I feel like I’ve seen this stage before—the anger, loss of control, skidding into a void just before a couple calls it quits.
A part of me thinks I should really end it, that it’s only going to get worse until it ultimately ends anyway. But another part of me thinks last night was entirely stupid and such an unacceptably insignificant ending to a 17-year relationship. I’ve been sitting up in bed all night, kids sleeping in the adjacent rooms, thinking how absurd it is to end a marriage over my wife being influenced by her toxic family. Alternatively, I can’t be in this spot writing these forum posts a year from now—10 years from now.
I’m lost. In HellFire’s words, I think now is the time for the "Hail Mary," pushing for her to post on this website. She needs guidance from someone other than her family or this thing has no shot.
Edit: BTW, I think I have reached a point where I hate my wife’s family more than I love my wife.
[This message edited by Drstrangelove at 11:05 AM, Thursday, June 2nd]