Your words couldn't have come at a better time. I've had the worst week since D-Day. It seems that just when things progress quite nicely, the devil decides it's just the right time to throw a wrench into the works and derail everything. Long story short, my husband's work decided they wanted him working overtime for a few days, and the explanation, when I heard it, sounded so very familiar... so much like the convoluted, detailed excuses he used to invent to cover for his time spent with the OW... I just lost it.
It's just a matter of not letting my heart rule my mind, I guess. I know the logic, I know the truth. Beginning with the fact that she lacks the basic integrity to stop her from actively and relentlessly pursuing and even accosting a man married to someone else with constant vulgarity and innuendo. The fact that she is also married and has a child of her own didn't even faze her... what does that say about her character? And then there is my husband... I am well aware, after so many years of knowing him, that he never had been taught to communicate difficult feelings, he has never respected boundaries, that everything is a big game to him. I can see very plainly from the exchanges I managed to recover from his computer how he just played right into her game. He kept following along as she upped the ante, and not to be outdone, he pushed the doors that much more and more open for her until he got caught up in the stupidest trap I've ever seen. How he made the jump in just a matter of a few days from loving me, sending me a very heartfelt and tender letter detailing how I made his life better, to thinking I was a burden and a controlling bitch who kept him on a leash... I just cannot begin to imagine. His mind was so easily manipulated. His convictions, his morals, principles, hopes, dreams, career, family, self-respect, dignity... ALL went flying out the window with one horrible choice.
The funny thing is I didn't even have time to even consider who he was talking to. I'm in a very demanding medical program, and some days I didn't even get a chance to eat a meal, let alone go snooping through his phone like he so violently accused me of. I realize now that maybe that was part of the problem. As supportive as he was outwardly of my pursuing my dreams, I think he always resented the fact I had a dream to pursue and he never did. I realize he was probably feeling neglected, but then again, when I asked him to join me on the few precious moments I had free, he decided he had something better to do. That is NOT my fault. And yet... I blame myself for not trying to appeal to him more. I blame myself for wanting my career in the first place. I know it's the stupidest thing ever... But what can one do? I don't know how long it will be for my heart to catch up with my brain.
I still can't let go of the bitterness over what was taken away from me to be given to such a vile, vulgar, and unworthy individual. I am the only one getting hurt by the memories, and yet I can't seem to fight them off when they come. I probably haven't given myself enough time to bleed them out, but I have been blindsided so thoroughly by this that I am not myself in the least. I have always been the problem solver, the take-charge fixer of my family. Family, professional, social, educational problems, I've charged at them all and for the most part have been successful. And yet, here is this rather vulgar, classless, vapid, unattractive, drunken, stupid woman pulling the rug from under me by seducing my husband and suddenly I am a mess. I'm having panic attacks, fits of rage and impotence alternating with periods of complete numbness. I fell into clinical depression and even almost ended up being committed against my will as an inpatient at a psychiatric facility for fear of suicide. This isn't me, and the ugly, shrieking wraith I've become seems to linger when I want her gone. When I lash out, I know just where to strike to hurt him most, and I hate myself the moment the words leave my mouth. I panic, and it just avalanches from that point.
I've been trying to get him around to signing up for EMS online, but he is highly suspicious of anything he doesn't come up with. He read a couple of articles from the free resources I linked him to, and he just reacted defensively to them. He has literally jumped out of my car twice and taken off running when I ask him to explain his reasoning for some particularly egregious things that took place during his affair. This all just leads me to believe he is still closed off to fully accepting what he has done. He doesn't want to be faced with it, and doesn't want to probe what has led him to where we are now. He claims his brain and his heart work like a switch, and once he made his mind up to finish things with her, she is nothing but a bad taste in his mouth. This frightens me, because just as easily as he claims he is over his "love of loves, epitome of womanhood", that is how easily his brain switched from "My wife makes my life better, brings me closer to God, and gives me a reason to live and be glad" to "My wife is a controlling bitch who tries to choke me with a leash, and wants to decide who I can and can't talk to." Why should I have faith now that it won't happen again? He didn't learn to keep his pants on after having a one-night stand during a business trip and the supposed guilt he felt then... He didn't learn to keep boundaries up with his female coworkers time after time, if not having an outright affair, then coming dangerously close to one several times. He didn't respect the fact that he was a married man with children when he felt left out of what his single buddies were doing... giving his number out to women he met out at bars and strip clubs. He doesn't seem to grasp that it was his arrogance, thinking himself infallible that led him through all these things. Now he says he will never fall again, and that the sporadic marriage counseling is what we need to solve all our issues?
I know what I am, and what I am worth... my brain does, at least. My heart, not so much. It feels like all my accomplishments are worthless when I see what he was willing to trade me out for. It doesn't matter that I've been turning away advances from colleagues and strangers alike for as long as we've been married, I don't feel attractive or desirable. I know it's wrong to pin all my validations on his opinion. But boy, does it really hurt when I look in the mirror after someone mentions I am beautiful or elegant, and I see behind my reflection that black-toothed, saggy, lumpy drunk he rolled around with, and I think "Yeah, right... so why did he think *that* thing was the ultimate sample of what a woman should be?" It's ridiculous.
On good days, I laugh and I thank God for staying my hand at the lowest moment of my life. I think of my sons and the kind of example I want to set for them. I realize that my heart is broken to a million pieces, and yet the world is still turning... Life isn't over simply because I've fallen. I seek out the comfort of knowing others have been where I am and have crawled their way back to standing and have moved forward. Others have had it even worse and have lived and learned to love themselves. I can do that too. I have to remember that he's still here... he tells me he wants US, not her or anyone else. He runs away, but he comes back and he tries to bring me out of the gloom. I can see sorrow in his eyes, and I feel terrible for the things I've said. I see his heart is lighter if I smile, and I've seen him cry for the first time in almost twenty years when he admits to his fear of losing me. That has to count for something. I want so much to believe and to trust.
I guess I just need to push harder for the right help. If not for us both, then at least for myself. I pray that his heart will open to the right help and guidance. He needs to search within himself for that thing which makes him vulnerable. He needs to let me in.
I thank you for your beautiful words and the aching sincerity with which you've tried to help me. Believe me, your words came right at the perfect time, and the fact you took it upon yourself to reach out to me and offer what comfort you could gives me so much hope and faith that the world isn't as lost as it has appeared to me the past six months. I sincerely hope that your path is soon to come to peace and restoration. None of us deserve what we've been dealt. From the simple act of compassion and empathy you've shown me, I know that you are indeed a wonderful, beautiful, and priceless woman. I thank you from the bottom of my heart.
Heart Over Mind, Feeling Over Logic
Jennie,
Your words couldn't have come at a better time. I've had the worst week since D-Day. It seems that just when things progress quite nicely, the devil decides it's just the right time to throw a wrench into the works and derail everything. Long story short, my husband's work decided they wanted him working overtime for a few days, and the explanation, when I heard it, sounded so very familiar... so much like the convoluted, detailed excuses he used to invent to cover for his time spent with the OW... I just lost it.
It's just a matter of not letting my heart rule my mind, I guess. I know the logic, I know the truth. Beginning with the fact that she lacks the basic integrity to stop her from actively and relentlessly pursuing and even accosting a man married to someone else with constant vulgarity and innuendo. The fact that she is also married and has a child of her own didn't even faze her... what does that say about her character? And then there is my husband... I am well aware, after so many years of knowing him, that he never had been taught to communicate difficult feelings, he has never respected boundaries, that everything is a big game to him. I can see very plainly from the exchanges I managed to recover from his computer how he just played right into her game. He kept following along as she upped the ante, and not to be outdone, he pushed the doors that much more and more open for her until he got caught up in the stupidest trap I've ever seen. How he made the jump in just a matter of a few days from loving me, sending me a very heartfelt and tender letter detailing how I made his life better, to thinking I was a burden and a controlling bitch who kept him on a leash... I just cannot begin to imagine. His mind was so easily manipulated. His convictions, his morals, principles, hopes, dreams, career, family, self-respect, dignity... ALL went flying out the window with one horrible choice.
The funny thing is I didn't even have time to even consider who he was talking to. I'm in a very demanding medical program, and some days I didn't even get a chance to eat a meal, let alone go snooping through his phone like he so violently accused me of. I realize now that maybe that was part of the problem. As supportive as he was outwardly of my pursuing my dreams, I think he always resented the fact I had a dream to pursue and he never did. I realize he was probably feeling neglected, but then again, when I asked him to join me on the few precious moments I had free, he decided he had something better to do. That is NOT my fault. And yet... I blame myself for not trying to appeal to him more. I blame myself for wanting my career in the first place. I know it's the stupidest thing ever... But what can one do? I don't know how long it will be for my heart to catch up with my brain.
I still can't let go of the bitterness over what was taken away from me to be given to such a vile, vulgar, and unworthy individual. I am the only one getting hurt by the memories, and yet I can't seem to fight them off when they come. I probably haven't given myself enough time to bleed them out, but I have been blindsided so thoroughly by this that I am not myself in the least. I have always been the problem solver, the take-charge fixer of my family. Family, professional, social, educational problems, I've charged at them all and for the most part have been successful. And yet, here is this rather vulgar, classless, vapid, unattractive, drunken, stupid woman pulling the rug from under me by seducing my husband and suddenly I am a mess. I'm having panic attacks, fits of rage and impotence alternating with periods of complete numbness. I fell into clinical depression and even almost ended up being committed against my will as an inpatient at a psychiatric facility for fear of suicide. This isn't me, and the ugly, shrieking wraith I've become seems to linger when I want her gone. When I lash out, I know just where to strike to hurt him most, and I hate myself the moment the words leave my mouth. I panic, and it just avalanches from that point.
I've been trying to get him around to signing up for EMS online, but he is highly suspicious of anything he doesn't come up with. He read a couple of articles from the free resources I linked him to, and he just reacted defensively to them. He has literally jumped out of my car twice and taken off running when I ask him to explain his reasoning for some particularly egregious things that took place during his affair. This all just leads me to believe he is still closed off to fully accepting what he has done. He doesn't want to be faced with it, and doesn't want to probe what has led him to where we are now. He claims his brain and his heart work like a switch, and once he made his mind up to finish things with her, she is nothing but a bad taste in his mouth. This frightens me, because just as easily as he claims he is over his "love of loves, epitome of womanhood", that is how easily his brain switched from "My wife makes my life better, brings me closer to God, and gives me a reason to live and be glad" to "My wife is a controlling bitch who tries to choke me with a leash, and wants to decide who I can and can't talk to." Why should I have faith now that it won't happen again? He didn't learn to keep his pants on after having a one-night stand during a business trip and the supposed guilt he felt then... He didn't learn to keep boundaries up with his female coworkers time after time, if not having an outright affair, then coming dangerously close to one several times. He didn't respect the fact that he was a married man with children when he felt left out of what his single buddies were doing... giving his number out to women he met out at bars and strip clubs. He doesn't seem to grasp that it was his arrogance, thinking himself infallible that led him through all these things. Now he says he will never fall again, and that the sporadic marriage counseling is what we need to solve all our issues?
I know what I am, and what I am worth... my brain does, at least. My heart, not so much. It feels like all my accomplishments are worthless when I see what he was willing to trade me out for. It doesn't matter that I've been turning away advances from colleagues and strangers alike for as long as we've been married, I don't feel attractive or desirable. I know it's wrong to pin all my validations on his opinion. But boy, does it really hurt when I look in the mirror after someone mentions I am beautiful or elegant, and I see behind my reflection that black-toothed, saggy, lumpy drunk he rolled around with, and I think "Yeah, right... so why did he think *that* thing was the ultimate sample of what a woman should be?" It's ridiculous.
On good days, I laugh and I thank God for staying my hand at the lowest moment of my life. I think of my sons and the kind of example I want to set for them. I realize that my heart is broken to a million pieces, and yet the world is still turning... Life isn't over simply because I've fallen. I seek out the comfort of knowing others have been where I am and have crawled their way back to standing and have moved forward. Others have had it even worse and have lived and learned to love themselves. I can do that too. I have to remember that he's still here... he tells me he wants US, not her or anyone else. He runs away, but he comes back and he tries to bring me out of the gloom. I can see sorrow in his eyes, and I feel terrible for the things I've said. I see his heart is lighter if I smile, and I've seen him cry for the first time in almost twenty years when he admits to his fear of losing me. That has to count for something. I want so much to believe and to trust.
I guess I just need to push harder for the right help. If not for us both, then at least for myself. I pray that his heart will open to the right help and guidance. He needs to search within himself for that thing which makes him vulnerable. He needs to let me in.
I thank you for your beautiful words and the aching sincerity with which you've tried to help me. Believe me, your words came right at the perfect time, and the fact you took it upon yourself to reach out to me and offer what comfort you could gives me so much hope and faith that the world isn't as lost as it has appeared to me the past six months. I sincerely hope that your path is soon to come to peace and restoration. None of us deserve what we've been dealt. From the simple act of compassion and empathy you've shown me, I know that you are indeed a wonderful, beautiful, and priceless woman. I thank you from the bottom of my heart.
Godspeed to us all in this terrible trial.