I appreciate all of you for being there for me.
This week, I reflected on past instances in my life when I was egregiously wronged by others, and I found that the cognitive-behavioral technique of thought-stopping was effective in mitigating my feelings of anger. Every time I thought about "them," I simply said to myself, "Stop. This is not productive." The technique, as simple as it sounds, has proven to be very effective.
I'm trying to implement the same technique when I experience intrusive, painful thoughts about my wife's infidelity. The problem I'm having is that we are almost always together—and the triggers just don't stop.
Last night, I asked my wife a simple question: "Why did you recently sit down with me, say that you wanted to finally tell me the truth about your infidelity from the very beginning, tell me a highly detailed account of the events—only to tell me a completely different story one week later?" Her response was, "I don't know." This scares the shit out of me—how easy it is for her to look into my eyes and blatantly lie. Today!
I keep explaining to my wife that it's hard enough dealing with her infidelity, for decades—but even harder to deal with her betrayal—her continued changing narratives and lies. I don't know who my wife, my closest and best friend, is—and I have no trust in her actions.
My way of dealing with this pain, for years, has been to repeatedly say to myself, "I want to die. I don't want to be here. Please take me. Give my body to someone who wants to live. etc.) For the first time in years, I am not going there with self-destructive thoughts, and the thought-stopping is working.
Despite my wife's past choices and her continued betrayal, I remain deeply in love with her.
I think the only way I will be okay is if we both have the benefit of professional help from a mental health provider who understands that honesty and transparency with infidelity are not only important, but essential for both the betrayer and the betrayed to ever recover.
The cognitive dissonance I'm experiencing, being an "expert" in dealing with traumatic events, and not being able to help myself, continues to eat away at me. As I said to a patient yesterday, a therapist herself, you're a person first. Well, that sounds good in theory.
I appreciate that you're taking the time to read this and be there for me. The aloneness I'm experiencing is overwhelming. I have an appointment with my psychiatrist this morning. Beyond pushing me to increase my psychotropic medications, I'm hopeful that he'll have something else to offer.
I continue to be, Trickled to Death!
Thank you so much for being there for me, my friends.