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My D-Day anniversary is coming up in a week and I can feel it already.

One of the hardest parts right now is that he does not want the infidelities or affairs spoken about ever again and I am trying to sit with what that means for me. I found out in September 2025 and then more came out later so the last year has not felt like one clean wound - it has felt like layers of reality being pulled apart one by one.

The original betrayal was years ago but the knowing is recent and that is the part I still find hard to explain. It is not only what happened then - it is the way the truth reached backwards and changed memories I thought were safe - family life children ordinary days holidays birthdays health worries and all the normal parts of marriage suddenly had another layer I did not know existed.

I have been using SI as a safer place to put some of this because I have not told friends or family the full details and I do not want to carry it completely alone.

Reading and replying here has helped me feel less isolated less like I am the only person whose past suddenly became unstable and more understood, which I want to thank you for...

With the anniversary coming closer I can feel the grief and rage moving around again but I also know I have survived the first year of knowing - I am still standing I am clearer than I was and less willing to abandon myself to keep everything looking normal.

I just wanted to put this somewhere with people who understand that D-Day is not just a date - it is the day your reality changed and sometimes your body remembers before you are ready...

He has no right to dictate your healing. He has no business controlling the information. You have every reason to grieve as long as you want especially since he has prolonged it by his cowardice.

You are heard. You are understood.

crazycatlady Thank you for this.

That is exactly the part I am trying to sit with - that healing cannot really happen on his terms only and silence may be easier for him but it does not make the impact disappear for me.

I think the prolonged part is what has made it so hard because every new layer has felt like going back to the beginning again. Thank you for hearing me and understanding - it really does help...

You build your history based on the knowledge that when you choose someone you give them your most precious thing.

Yourself. Wholly.

There is just about nothing else a living breathing person could ever gift more to someone.

Is the thing you give to your family, is the 5ing you give to your children.

Donating life, your life is no small thing. Is everything you could ever give and you give it with trust that it is kept as lovingly as you keep theirs.

Betrayal means finding out that while your gift was encouraged and consumed, it matters little to nothing for as it was regarded by your cheater.

It gets discarded, soiled and destroyed without a second thought for a trivial and dirty act that is undeserving of any value. Is just greasy, self indulgent sordid behavior.

And that’s what was valued above the greatest gift you ever had to give another human being.

The day you find out in full, not just in feelings, while is not the day all was destroyed, is the day when the ground disappears for you and you find yourself in a wasteland made of putrid waters, a swamp full of stench and corruption.

That’s what your inner garden of Eden was turned into, that’s the respect for your greatest gift.

Of course revisiting the date is uneasy, it is a reminder of it all, you may try to clean up the corruption of the swamp and you may very well succeed at it.

But this very act is a reminder that you gifted your garden and it was turned into a swamp. Ruthlessly.

And by the person who still expect you to owe them your greatest gift again.

You not only have to endure that, but you owe them silence of any reminder of just what they are capable of and willing to do at the cost of your gifted life.

Realizing that, repaints every memory with the stench of betrayal, is a corruption that tarnish all, not only your body and spirit, but every memory you built while the stench was allowed in secretly into your life, gets corrupted forever.

It wouldn’t be normal if you didn’t feel this way.

You have a claim to reclaim what was yours and demand accountability

[This message edited by BackfromtheStorm at 6:16 PM, Sunday, September 13th]

BackfromtheStorm Thank you for this..the part about giving someone your life and trusting them to hold it carefully really landed with me because that is exactly what marriage felt like to me. It was not just love or routine or years passing - it was trust, family, history and the belief that we were both protecting something that mattered.

I think that is why the anniversary feels so heavy. It is not only remembering the day I found out - it is remembering the moment the ground changed under me and I had to look back at my own life with different eyes.

And yes the silence part is hard because it can feel like I am expected to carry the impact quietly so he does not have to keep facing what his choices did.

Thank you for understanding - it helps more than I can explain.

I know sister. That’s why I write when I choose to.

To people finding their strength again.

One day you see, even from the foulest manure, flowers are reborn.

BackfromtheStorm Thank you brother that made me emotional in a good way and think that is what I am trying to hold onto right now - that something can still grow from this even if I would never have chosen the ground it had to grow from.

I do feel stronger than I did a year ago even if some days still knock me sideways - thank you for seeing that.

It doesn't matter how long ago it happened, your recovery started the moment you heard the newest piece of information, and he doesn't get to dictate how long you're allowed to take to heal.

I'm sorry, that sounds pretty awful to me. He's not allowed to inflict a wound like that and then determine when you're allowed to stop bleeding. You're allowed to feel the way you're feeling for as long as it takes for you to get over it. I wonder how he'd like it if you broke his arm then tell him he'd better be mended in 2 weeks?

What all has he been doing since you found out about this? If hasn't already read it, and I don't know if he'll even be open to it, but the book "How To Help Your Spouse Heal From Your Affair" by Linda MacDonald has an audio version available and it's just a little over 2 hours long. So it can be reasonably listened to in one sitting. If you could get him to sit down with you and listen to it together maybe that might open his eyes a little more. It was really effective for my wife and I.

Pogre Thank you for this and agree that the part about recovery starting from the newest piece of information really makes sense to me because that is exactly how it has felt. It may all be old in time but it has not been old in my body or my mind because the knowing has happened in stages....yes the wound and bleeding example is a good one because silence may make it easier for him but it does not make me healed.

I do not think he would read the book or listen to it at this point and that is part of what I am trying to sit with really - what healing is meant to look like when one person wants it processed and the other wants it put away.

Thank you for hearing me and for explaining it in a way that makes sense...

One of the hardest parts right now is that he does not want the infidelities or affairs spoken about ever again and I am trying to sit with what that means for me.

I may have come here a WS 10 years ago, but I remarried and that marriage taught me exactly what this kind of silence creates. One month after we got married, I discovered he had been unfaithful. I had the information, I knew what to do, I was able to access everything I needed to understand the scope of what happened. But even with all of that, the next morning he looked at me and said, "I’m not talking about this anymore."

What I learned then (though I stuck around far too long) is that when a partner refuses to speak about the betrayal, they aren’t offering peace. They’re enforcing erasure. In that silence, he was saying that my pain was inconvenient, my healing was optional, and his comfort was the priority.

In that marriage, the silence didn’t protect us. It hollowed us out. He changed overnight into someone I no longer recognized, someone who became unsafe the moment accountability was required. And I realized there was no room for my healing, no space for my questions, no path toward anything resembling repair. You cannot rebuild trust in a place where the truth is forbidden.

I was more forgiving than I should have been, partly because I loved him (don't we all ), and partly because having once been in his shoes, I understood how hard real accountability is. I told myself maybe more time was needed. Maybe he would eventually meet me where healing actually happens. I left that M.

I'll be honest I hardly took in anything you said after that. Because I know exactly what that means. It means the conditions for healing are absent. It means the truth is unwelcome. It means the burden will fall entirely on you while the person who caused the harm gets to dictate the terms of recovery.

I lived the cost of that once. I won’t disappear into silence again, and I wouldn’t recommend anyone else do it either.

foreverlabeled Thank you for this and for sharing your own experience and the word erasure really landed with me because that is exactly what I am afraid of - that silence does not actually mean healing or peace it just means I carry the impact quietly while he gets to move away from what happened.

You cannot rebuild trust in a place where the truth is forbidden.

This is the sentence I think I needed to sit with because it names the part I have been struggling to explain and think that is what feels so hard right now. Not only the betrayal itself but trying to understand what repair can look like if the subject itself is treated as something that should be closed down.

Thank you for being honest with me. I needed to hear it even though it is hard...

One of the hardest parts right now is that he does not want the infidelities or affairs spoken about ever again and I am trying to sit with what that means for me.

I can only tell you what it would mean to me. "I'm not interested in you or this marriage." I would immediately leave, file for divorce, and then tell everyone we know exactly why.

I'm sorry you're going through this nightmare, ButterflyInProgress. I cannot imagine how dehumanizing this must feel.

HE wants?! Tell him no problem. Then tell him you want a time machine so he can go back in time and not do something that potentially destroyed a marriage and crushed your soul. Or tell him he can leave and then he never has to hear about it again.

Where the hell does a WS get off thinking he has any right to dictate what will and will not happen?

He doesn't want it spoken about again because it reminds him that he was a selfish POS who gave zero consideration to the damage his affair would cause. Unreal.

Please do not let him dictate any part of the r. Tell him he wouldn't have to deal with the fallout if he had not cheated, but here we are, so suck it up, and deal with it or leave. Tell him you are giving him a choice, and then remind him you had no say in him having an affair.

He is a bully. He does not get to tell you what or how or when you feel. Especially when he is the one who inflicted the pain.

You started back at zero with learning new information.

Is this what you want? To never get to truly heal? To be with someone who inflicts the wound and then is inconvenienced by your injury?
You deserve better, Butterfly.

Butterfly,

You’re tired and you can’t carry this alone.
Complete selfishness!, the ordacity of him refusing to take responsibility, you need to talk to heal, not allowing this is cruel and he’s a coward.

One thing I’ve learned is that with an avoidant asking for something is usually too much pressure, they run, but telling them what you are doing, what you need and the consequences if your needs aren’t met.

I don’t think I’d enjoy talking about it either if I were a WS, that’s understandable but it has to be done.

Unhinged Thank you for this and dehumanising is the word that really landed with me because that is how parts of it have felt - not just the betrayal itself but the expectation that I should carry the impact quietly so he does not have to keep facing it.

I am trying to sit with what that means for me and what it says about where things are now. Thank you for being direct with me and for understanding why this feels so awful...

WB1340 Thank you for this.

I think that is the part I keep coming back to - that he had choices then and I did not and now I am somehow meant to accept limits around the fallout from choices I never got a say in.

The time machine point made me smile because yes if only it worked that way... am trying not to make big decisions from emotion alone but I am also trying not to minimise what it means if the terms of healing are being set by the person who caused the damage.

Thank you for being angry on my behalf...it helps to have people name how unfair it feels.

BearlyBreathing Thank you for this especially the line about starting back at zero with new information is exactly how it has felt...every new layer has reset something in me even if the events themselves were old.

To be with someone who inflicts the wound and then is inconvenienced by your injury?

That is a hard sentence to read but I understand why you said it because that is the part I am trying to look at honestly now and think I have spent a lot of time trying to manage the impact so it does not spill everywhere but I am realising that healing cannot just mean me becoming quieter about pain I did not create.

Thank you for saying I deserve better..I am trying to believe that in a way that is not just words...

Bruce123 Thank you for this.

You are right - I am tired and I cannot carry it alone forever and really think that is what I am realising more clearly as the anniversary comes closer.

I also understand what you mean about avoidant people and pressure and learning that asking and hoping can keep me stuck because it still leaves him in control of whether my needs matter. Maybe the shift has to be me being clearer about what I need for my own healing and what I can and cannot live with if that is not possible.

And yes I do understand that talking about it cannot be pleasant for him but like you said it still has to be done if there is meant to be any real healing...thank you for being honest and kind with me...

What is he like when you have brought it up?

My personal experience was tragic in many ways. I became a shell. When the infidelity became a forbidden topic, the marriage became a forbidden place for me. I had nowhere to put the pain, nowhere to ask questions, nowhere to heal. I can see now just how much suffering I experienced. I certainly felt it in the moment, but I’m still baffled in many ways that I allowed myself to remain in that environment, an environment where the truth was treated like a threat and my pain was treated like an inconvenience.

What made it worse was that, as someone above mentioned the word bully, that is exactly who he became. When I finally had enough of the silence and said, "If we do not address this, I’m out," and told him I had consulted with a divorce lawyer, it jolted him. He became more aware of my intentions and began to tolerate some conversation. But not enough. If I said something that was too triggering or too real, he became my biggest bully. Anything he could do to shut the conversation down again. Often it devolved into extremes, mocking my pain, belittling me, minimizing, redirecting, or treating me like I was the problem for still hurting. That was worse than the silence. Silence at least left me alone with my pain. His bullying weaponized it.

I would retreat to lick my wounds, find my resolve to leave, and then came the apologies, the "I want to do better." I fell for it and would go back in. But seeing as he called his A a blip, there was no real accountability, therefore no real remorse. It was just rinse and repeat, a cycle of harm, denial, and temporary performance. Real repair requires honesty, accountability, and the willingness to sit in discomfort. Without those, "repair" becomes performance, a surface level peace that demands your silence as its price.

Sorry if I delved into my personal experience too much here, I just don’t want that for you. Your pain deserves air. Your questions deserve answers. Your healing deserves participation from the person who broke the trust. And you deserve a space where the truth is allowed to exist.

Maybe the shift has to be me being clearer about what I need for my own healing and what I can and cannot live with if that is not possible.

At some point, the shift really does have to become about clarity, not his clarity, but yours. I had to understand what I needed for my own healing, and what I could and could not live with if those needs were dismissed. For me, that meant recognizing that repair isn’t just about a WS willingness, it’s about my boundaries. I needed transparency, accountability, and emotional engagement. I needed the freedom to speak about what happened without being punished for it. And when I finally admitted to myself that he either couldn’t or wouldn’t meet those needs, the path forward became painfully clear. Staying meant abandoning myself. Leaving meant choosing myself. That’s the crossroads betrayal creates and only one direction leads back to wholeness.

am trying not to make big decisions from emotion alone but I am also trying not to minimise

In my situation, the emotions were loud because the harm was loud, but every time I tried to "be rational," I ended up minimizing what was actually happening to me. What I eventually learned is that emotion isn’t the enemy, distortion is. The goal isn’t to shut down emotion, it’s to pair it with clarity, to look at the situation honestly and ask whether your needs are being met, whether repair is truly happening, and whether the environment is safe enough for healing. That’s not emotional decision-making.