Things have been mixed. Seems stable but up and down. Yesterday was heaven and this morning is hell, and she didnt do anything wrong. I grapple with anger and depression. First thoughts upon waking are the affairs, social abuse, and our FOO stuff. Every fucking time, whether its 2:00am or 5:00am. Ive become pretty adept at busying myself to reframe my headspace, but laying in bed trying to go back to sleep just doesnt work.
Getting up before Ww is ready for me to has lead to spectacularly stupid fights. I learn things I already knew when she gets angry, like that she doesnt trust me downstairs with my phone away from her at 2:00am.
Whatever, weve had those fights and are working through it. Seems to be getting better. But Im 2 years away from 40 and If I want to go downstairs in the wee hours because I cant sleep after reckoning with my wifes affairs Im going to do it because thats normal and Im ok. To her credit, this morning she was very kind about it all, and yesterday she hurt her hip and really needed the sleep.
Ww is trying hard to be a good and loving partner. And Im trying to accept what is. I can love her, want and keep the relationship and still recognize that I deserve better than I got/get. I can demand that, even if I dont ever get it.
Infidelity specialist keeps asking me if we are in agreement that we "have the whole story". I was answering, "Its as good as we are ever going to get". She keeps asking every session and now I just say, "sure. Yeah."
Im supposed to build an impact statement, that conclusively identifies how this all has affected us. Then Ww is supposed to create a reconciliatory response. Im disinclined to do this. on this subject over a year Ive written shakespeare. Ive written war and peace. Eat shit. Im sure Ill get around to it but how much weight is the betrayed really supposed to hoist? Ww freaking knows and I would like to see her show me that at this point.
I have desired recompense and amends from Ww. But I have lost hope that she will take any initiative. Not knowing what to do isnt an excuse for not trying to seek something to do. Its not an excuse for derailing every kind of recompense I have sought, led her to giving me. And I slowly am feeling the desire for those things slip away. Perhaps the hopeless feeling is getting to me. But maybe its a realization that I have allocated too much importance to her deeds and feelings, which are beyond my power to change.
As realizations dawn on me that our relationship, which I feared turning into something like this at the beginning , is more important to me than it is to her, I find myself wanting to shift my priorities, but being unable. Maybe that is temporary. Maybe I havent honestly tried. Because my heart is in a past that never was. Might never be.
Ive had alot of thoughts about sex and sexual desire, because my libido has gone in the toilet. Over the years Ive lived with my sexual desires involving Ww being mentioned, talked about, shared, roleplayed, resented, and mostly rejected in favor of more standard fare. She never brought hers to me. She reminds me of half hearted attempts to dress up in sexy clothes, times she tried to pull me to bed. Those efforts did not feel especially genuine when they happened. It felt like she was patronizing me somehow. I have a notion that she was more attracted to me being attracted to her than she actually is to me.
Nevertheless, I often did go to bed and have sex with her when she called on me. Sometimes, I didnt respond to her overtures however, and she said, "fuck it, I tried." And more or less permanently gave up. Im not sure what I didnt do to respond in the affirmative to her efforts. I wish I had found the answer.
I spent my youth and later life, always in longterm relationships with unfaithful women. From the outset, they didnt seem like cheaters. They dressed fairly conservatively, were sensitive. All of them except one were thoughtful introverts. My experience of their guilt for cheating was on a spectrum. But none of them seemed to particularly regret anything until there was a cost.
One of my resentments is the feeling of being selected as an anchor for emotional and physical affection while they "played the field". Ww isnt an exception here. She definitely loved us, liked the relationship she was in, but felt like experiencing fun outside of us was worthwhile. She was so open to it that she didnt want to lose either thing. I dont especially believe she felt that much guilt. Just fear.
I believe she had conversations with J about feeling bad about it, but "not enough to stop". And I believe she only shed the extra fun to keep the safety, when she sensed I was becoming aware enough to leave. Im not even sure that actually happened. Its possible that real world social consequences at home, at work, and problems with respect and enjoyment of the affair are what actually killed it. Its also possible that it never completely ended until he took someone else seriously.
All I have to go on is the admission that she had affairs with him and P. The things I saw happen back then in social situations. Fragmented stories of sexual encounters, events with spurious details. Evidence of hiding. Deletion. Electronic remnants, a single emailed memo to self of texts full of too-far words from obviously not-me. One friends admitted knowledge of what happened who has since blocked me for trying to learn, and a google history of obviously bad intentions.
So theres no wonder why I wanted to know more. There was more.
But ya know, fuck it. Ive got to get on with living. So thats what Im doing.
[This message edited by 5bluedrops at 12:47 PM, Friday, May 23rd]