I know there have been a few more posts and some PMs, and I’ll respond to them later, but I first want to recap my strange day. And this time I’d like to examine it a bit differently, exploring exact moments where I made a choice that may not have been ideal.
Ultimately, the day went as many of our days go—good when it’s good, until a lack of empathy from my wife takes us for a negative turn.
On Friday night we went to bed in good spirits—we had resolved the friend dinner issue and there were no other conflicts to deal with. We took the kids for pizza, a movie and ice cream. We talked a bit after they went to bed (largely about my WW’s struggles with handling conflict)—it was largely positive—then we had sex and went to sleep.
We woke up Saturday in good spirits. The kids went downstairs on their own and we fooled around again. My WW worked out and spent most of the day outside finishing "Just Friend" while my daughter played; I spent my morning working out and responding to this thread; and the afternoon watching a movie with my son.
So we were largely separate, but we connected a few times to chat—my WW told me that she needs to do better with criticism from me; IOW, when we have a conflict, she will take it as me being critical of her actions/words and feel compelled to fight back. The conversation felt productive.
My sister had good restaurant reservations she couldn’t use because her husband had to go to a work event, so she offered them to me. I arranged for my mom to take the kids so my WW and I could try for a date night together—something we haven’t done since early June (I think).
**Pause: I could have instead gone to eat with my sister and left my WW alone. I considered that. I also could have declined the reservations and had a relaxed night at home. In retrospect, I don’t *think* I chose wrong—I felt we were ready to have a drama-free date.**
Before dinner, we spoke more about my WW’s issues with conflict again as it was something she was interested in exploring more. Again, no flags from the discussion and I didn’t dig much, just pointed out some things for her to discuss in IC. Then we headed off to eat and agreed no more discussions that were affair-related or about our kids.
We had an incredible dinner—we talked about a wide array of things, from our upcoming trips to my wife’s job. Food and conversation were great and we both had a wonderful evening.
We got home and went upstairs to change and we lied in bed for a bit. I asked her what she wanted to do tonight and she said she wanted to have sex in my new car under the stars (she’s been asking to do that for a couple of months now).
It was only about 8:30 p.m., so it was still bright out, so we killed time fooling around for a bit in our bed. After her orgasm, we headed downstairs—I put the seats down and threw some towels down and pulled the car out of the garage. I put on some music and we lied down in the back of the car looking at the sky. We chatted for about 45 minutes or so—no flags: we discussed dinner, some general aspects of her childhood (not negative). All good.
And then she brought up something from her book (Just Friends)—how she recognized on Feb. 26 she had reached and passed the peak of the A. She recalls seeing AP for the PTA event that evening and thinking the affair was on its way down, but not knowing how to get off the "ride"—the book apparently discusses that moment for people during an A. It took the tone of the night in a more serious direction, but I was curious so I asked how she felt then making plans for March 2 and escalating things by having sex in his car for the first time.
**Pause: I could have not asked the question—immediately steered the conversation back to any other topic to protect myself. I’ve been largely organic on the topic of the A though, asking whatever is on my mind. I think I made a poor choice here.**
She answered and told me the sex wasn’t a big deal to her since she has already had sex with him previously. To her, the spark was leaving the relationship, but she didn’t want to stop because she loved the validation. (Note: I don’t know if that’s true or she’s rewriting history because that was the last time they saw each other.)
I became sad. In the moment, I couldn’t identify why, but sadness washed over me and I felt repulsion for my WW. I stayed put though, processing my emotions. My WW, recognizing what was happening to me, began to desperately try to change the topic. She asked about my favorite childhood memory—I became a bit emotional talking about my late-grandfather, who was my all-time favorite person probably.
We kept talking another 30-45 minutes, me sad, but able to engage fine in the conversation. My WW eventually asked me if I wanted oral or sex and I declined.
**Pause: I felt very non-sexual at this point. I think it was simply the repulsion for my WW, who I was angry with and didn’t fully know why in the moment. In retrospect, I could have said yes; recognizing I was taking a negative spiral, shifting to fun sex may have taken me out of my negative headspace. I don’t know if I chose right.**
I told my WW I wanted some water and I pulled the car back to the garage. She went inside and sat on the couch; I told her I was heading up to bed. She asked if she should come and I told her it was up to her.
**Pause: In the moment, I didn’t know what I wanted. I could have played it safe and asked for some alone time. In retrospect, what I think I wanted was for her to come up and cuddle into me, telling me she was there for me.**
She came upstairs right after me. She looked *very* anxious and uneasy—it seemed like she was on the verge of a panic attack. She asked if I was going to separate from her (she had gone from 0-100 in moments); I told her of course not and that I was just a little sad. She pried and asked why I was so upset. I had been thinking about it for nearly an hour and had identified the reason, so I told her.
I was upset because she had spent our entire relationship withholding a fun sex life from me—a reality I accepted as something I’d have to live with—and then she freely and easily gave a fun, boundary-pushing sex life to another man. It wasn’t a new feeling—I’ve felt it before post-DDay—but I told her it made me feel foolish and pathetic and it wasn’t something I had been able to resolve or forgive her for yet.
She responded, telling me my feelings were misguided and it was right from her book—that men focus on the sex in affairs and for women it’s emotional. She told me that to her, she had developed this friendship with AP and it wasn’t about the sex for her at all.
Her response upset me because it felt like she wasn’t listening. I don’t doubt any of what she said, but I wanted her to know how I felt: hurt that she gave fun sex freely to another man and withheld it from me—her reasons for doing it didn’t matter to me in that moment.
**Pause: I recognized at this point she was not doing well. I was in a sad spiral and she was experiencing severe anxiety because of it. I needed to disengage here probably.**
Thinking this was an opportunity to show her why her answer wasn’t empathetic, I suggested she repeat back to me in her words what I had just told her about how I felt.
She did, paraphrasing exactly what I just told her, but then adding on that she felt attracted to AP because he was so invested in the PTA events and I wasn’t.
I asked her if she thought it was strange that a another father helping her to plan PTA events had more interest in the events than her husband, who was not on the PTA or directly involved with the events.
She replied saying that to her, AP was showing an interest in his children’s lives and I wasn’t. So she felt an attraction toward him.
We discussed how OBS told me that AP would leave his son crying when he’d go to meet my WW—and how his serial cheating left his children in a broken home. My WW recognized she saw the truth about AP now, but in the moments before the A he was a guy who seemingly loved his kids more than anything.
I took this opportunity to explain how hurtful her responses to me were. First telling me my feelings about her giving sex out freely were wrong, followed by her telling me that she only did it because she thought I was a bad father and she found a better one.
She was now in a full blown panic attack if I had to guess. I tried to calm her down, asking her to just stop speaking—she kept interrupting with emotionally charged, illogical things.
She said she needed to disengage to stop herself from continuing to say horrible things. She left to go to my daughter’s room (kids were at my mom’s).
**Pause: I recognized what was happening. I was sad and she spiraled trying to pull me out of it—she saw my sadness as a possible gateway to separation. As other’s have said, she’s on such shaky ground that she is terrified our M could end at any moment—and in pressurized moments like this one, she loses all self-awareness. I could have gone to bed.**
I was very calm. I went to my daughter’s room and my WW jumped up eager that I came in. I said she needed to take some deep breaths—I told her everything was ok. She was the scared child she often reverts to, but she began to lighten and even smiled. She apologized for saying all the things she said and was angry with herself for bringing up the A in the car and then not disengaging at any point afterward instead of her hurtful rambling.
We went back to our bedroom and debriefed on the night. I told her not to be hard on herself for bringing up the A—things like that would happen and we have to deal with them better when they do. Now, with clarity from the night, I suggested what she could have done differently for me if I’m in that state again.
She could cuddle into me and tell me how sorry she was she hurt me. And on the specific topic of sexual jealousy that came up tonight, she could tell me again how sorry she was for mistreating me and that she’s all mine and she wants nothing more than to make up for all the lost time with a fun sex life now, etc. I told her in those moments, I need her to be light and supportive instead of escalating a bad situation. She said she understood.
The mood lightened drastically and I asked if I could kiss her. We kissed and it led to us fooling around again. Everything seemed fine—it was late and we were going to go to sleep.
Then she engaged again—telling me she was ok talking about the A, but no longer wanted to talk about the very specific sex details from the A. I asked where this was coming from as it had been weeks (months?) since we talked about any of her specific affair sex. She acknowledged that, but just wanted to let me know that she needed to heal and move on and she no longer could support me with those conversations.
I told her this was a strange time to dig her heels in on a hypothetical future conversation. I told her that I had no interest in going through any of her sex details, but her taking that off the table felt insensitive and entirely out of the blue. I suggested instead of trying to establish a new rule for us at midnight after an emotional night on a topic that may never even be relevant, we should just go to bed. And we did.
Now, looking back on the night, I recognize that a temporary separation prevents us from hurting each other like this. However, I also recognize how much better I’ve become at dealing with these negative spirals when they hit me. They don’t come often, but if we go back a couple of months, they’d last for days; this one lasted an hour or so and then I was able to get myself out of it in spite of my WW saying and doing all the wrong things. I feel healthier; and stronger.
If my WW wasn’t living here, I wouldn’t have had the experience; and even though it sucked and seemingly ruined our great night, it feels like it was beneficial for me to learn how to navigate my post-DDay landscape. I’m getting better at this—and know I can still get way better than I am now.
My feelings now are that I want to keep focusing on what I can do to better handle these situations—rather than attempting to remove them from my life, I want to respond to them more efficiently. The hope is that in being honest and forthcoming with my WW through these, she begins to be more vulnerable with me and less defensive. If we separate, I fear it’ll just push her in the opposite direction.
[This message edited by Drstrangelove at 1:07 PM, Sunday, July 3rd]