I love these kinds of discussions and applaud every single one of you for your contribution.
Another huge factor in how some of these stories play out is addiction, primarily alcohol, but can include other things. The absolute urge to chase those feel good brain chemicals. And a lot depends on life circumstances at the time.
I'm not a big fan of R in most cases but if I'd been in this conversation 7 or more years ago, I'd have been its biggest cheerleader. I remember believing that I was upholding a family tradition because our family doesn't get divorces and our family doesn't put our old folks in nursing homes.
As I read all of this, I replayed my life and marriage. In my case, when he cheated in 1981, we'd been married for 9 years, 2 young kids, a cat and a dog. We'd just moved to a small town in northern WI from NJ. I didn't know anyone and I didn't have any real job prospects there. When I told him I was moving back to NJ, he offered to change the oil in the van. He was going to be single again and able to chase the barmaids and drink. I was going to leave the man I loved with my whole heart. Our meeting had been like in the movies cuz we saw each other in a crowd of people and it was on. But a funny thing happened. I was packing the van and he was sitting at the kitchen table as I walked by carrying things and he stopped me and asked if he could have the cat. He said he knew not to ask for the dog cuz she was "mine" but maybe he could keep the cat. I said no, absolutely not, that our toddler son carried the cat around with him, even when he went into the bathroom. No way was I taking the cat away from him, it was his security blanket. And in that moment, my XWH looked so forlorn and despondent, my heart melted and I asked him if he'd prefer if we stayed and he was all over that and we kissed and made up and got to a place I'd call Reconciliation. He went to alcohol rehab and then was active in AA and I was devoted to AlAnon (the book Codependent No More was written about me). We were the model couple, everyone said so. We were admired and sought after; his career regained its footing and I made a conscious decision to set aside my own career aspirations to devote myself to him and our family. It was good. And during the next 33 years, my proudest life achievement was saving my family, keeping it together. I'd fought for my family and I'd saved it and I was really proud of myself. I never told anyone about his cheating but his alcoholism was well-known to our friends and relatives.
Today I look back on that and realize that what I considered my proudest achievement I now view as my biggest folly. It's pretty tough to hit your twilight years and have everything you believed about your life turned on its head and find yourself alone in a barren desert. I had no career, no pension, no coworkers, no anything. My memories have been altered and every single time I start to have a fond memory of something, I stop and wonder if he'd started hating me again by that time and was just pretending to be a happy family man. I don't think he cheated during those 33 years- we were ALWAYS together so I felt confident of that but after reading so many stories here, I realize I could very well be wrong about that and I wonder if he was cheating when he looks so happy in our photos. I met him when I'd just turned 18 so nearly every memory in my adult life involves him so I can never escape it.
Because 33 yrs. after the 1st DDay, I had DDay #2. However, I'm not sure it would have happened without the cholesterol statin drug. I believe the statin drugs he was taking for a couple of years before that made him sluggish minded; he never wanted to do anything or go anywhere. He was cranky and hated everyone and everything. So I, devoted wife that I was, the wife who found happiness by making him happy (yeah, I was busy and fell away from AlAnon and was totally codependent again), decided he should go to his 50th Class Reunion even though he hadn't stayed in touch with anyone. In the meantime, he'd finally told the doctor what I said about the side effects he was having from the statins and the doc changed him to a different one and he was almost his old self again. So I used my frequent flyer miles for his plane ticket, I went to Macy's and bought him new clothes, I packed his suitcase and I sent him off. And I have to admit, it was a relief when he left because I was going to spend the whole time with my grandchildren without the cranky party-pooper so we were gonna have fun. But H essentially never came home; he saw his old girlfriend at the Reunion Saturday night and apparently, it was on for them. The Dopamine was alive and well.
The rest of the ugly story is long but he's living his best life with his new wife, having a grand old time, is carefree and has suffered zero consequences. And here I sit, 6 yrs. later, still shell-shocked, unable to move forward in any way with my life. Because I now realize that I'd made him my life and when he left, he took my life with him and I don't know how to fix that.
But anyway, any of those seemingly small happenings and decisions could have lead to different outcomes. If not for the cat, I could be the long-time divorcee who had a great career back in NJ with an active social life. If not for the statin drugs, I wouldn't have been anxious to get rid of him for a weekend. I wouldn't have been trying so hard to find some way to cheer him up, make him enjoy life again. If I hadn't bought him new clothes, she might not have been so interested in him. If I hadn't confronted him with my suspicions and then told him to leave when he finally confessed on DDay#2, he might have stayed and maybe we'd have worked it out. Or if I'd just never said anything, the great love affair of the 2 H.S. sweethearts reunited at long last might have fizzled out (he was in FL and she was in TX so it was long distance for them).
But now I realize that everything we do, every decision we make, is made within the framework of where we are in our lives. Our financial situation, our children, our parents, our careers, our health, our age, etc. But still, no matter how much they work on themselves, some people are no match for dopamine. I wasted my life on one of those people and it's too late for me to go back and recover any of my life.
[This message edited by josiep at 2:51 PM, Thursday, March 2nd]