"When were you the happiest with your AP? Did you believe at the time you were happy?"
I am going to answer this honestly. I always do my best to do that.
At the time my affair started I was at an extremely low point in my life. Burned out and dead inside. Not because of my marriage but because of the way I managed my life.
The affair started because it was the only time I felt anything. In hindsight, I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that it had nothing to do with the AP. It had to do with escapism, pretending to be someone I wasn’t. Doing something that I absolutely would never imagine I would do. Fueled by the entitlement of having a right to medicate my misery.
Every time a new boundary was crossed it would be thrilling in The moment but then I would cry immediately after.
Eventually it became hollow much in the way foreverlabeled has already described. And when it blew up I was more dead inside than when it started.
So yes, at the time it’s happening, I was a disgusting human being. I looked forward to any time we could steal to text. I abandoned reality. And the longer that went on the more things were falling apart around me, and that’s when I doubled down and ignored harder. Justified more deeply. The AP was the vessel for those things. That is the power he had over me. Reality? He was too old, too rigid in his ways, too picky, too unreliable, and a serial cheater. We had little in common and he was religious to boot, hardcore in church. (I am not, nor am I interested in becoming)
Now, H and I have five years of recovery under the bridge. I spent a great deal of time trying to climb out of that hole and become a solid person. Thousands of dollars in therapy. My husband had a revenge affair and is in recovery now himself.
Was anything there worthy it? NO. The work I did on myself was definitely worth doing but it would have been great if I went and did that in the first place.
Having experienced the guilt, shame, remorse, consequences, and even just not being the person I should have been keeps me from looking at any of that time fondly. So a ws can certainly color their memories about how the affair went due to hindsight.
I don’t know of a ws here who would say they didn’t enjoy what they were doing at the time of their affair. And I don’t know of any that think what they did was good, that the Ap was a good person or a good candidate for a life mate.
A remorseful ws does not look back at any of it with any joy or happy memory. When I imagine any aspect of my affair it’s humiliating, cringeworthy, I immediately want to change the channel in my head and I do.
[This message edited by hikingout at 7:16 AM, Friday, May 26th]