I think I would pay any amount of money to sleep 8 hours...I miss sleeping til 9. I no longer am up until 1 or 2 am playing solitaire...too tired by the time I go to bed at 11 or 12. But I can't seem to get past 6 hours of sleep.
I had started to feel slightly better before bed last night.
I woke up thinking I was feeling the same.
I tried to read some more of the self esteem book and it just started increasing my level of hopelessness.
As sure as I was when I discovered this affair that we belonged together. Yesterday began the (apparently unshakeable) feeling that we won't make it through this. I was feeling 100% sure we wouldn't yesterday and as the day progressed I felt a tiny bit better. Here it comes again.
I feel like one or both of us may discover we aren't where we belong.
I am trying to figure out where this feeling is coming from.
Is it impatience waiting for a why?
Am I trying to protect myself by thinking I want out before he reaches that conclusion?
What do I REALLY believe?
Sometimes I think he doesn't deserve me.
Sometimes I think I am only staying because the world is full of liars and cheaters, isn't it better to just stick with the one you love? Isn't that settling? But is it settling if you KNOW there isn't anything better out there?
Sometimes I remind myself...he's here. It was a mistake. He DOES love me. It was just a mistake.
I want to believe that he NEVER wanted to leave. But that is just so hard to believe. How can you do something like this and not think it would end. There had to be a part of you that wanted out.
I make myself sick overthinking this. Nauseous ...or is that the hot flashes and the menopause? I think my emotions are amplifying my hormones. I tend to get hot flashes after feeling anything too strongly lately. I don't know if that is a physiological reality or a coincidence.
I want nothing more than to lie down and fall asleep right now...but my heart hurts and I feel sick.
So much fear for an unknown future.
So scared that I am staying for that reason...fear of the unknown. I am starting to picture life without an us. Is that how this plays out? I am slowly adapting to the idea and then boom it will be over.
What if he really loves me and it all falls apart because I am impatient and move on without him?
I know he would deserve that. I wouldn't feel as bad for him, as for me. Because I lose. I lose something that was so important to me that I never succumbed to temptations.
If this wasn't about temptation, if it was him self sabotaging his happiness because he felt unworthy. I can live with that. Then OUR love was real....or was it? What if I was always part of the savior thing he does and the love was just his issues manifested into a relationship that served his self esteem and nothing more. Ending when my confidence made him feel less than and he needed to move onto the next weak, needy woman?
He keeps looking at me...deeply...eyes trying to make me believe and trust. But is it just that? An attempt to make me believe or is it real? Those eyes are the lying eyes. Will I ever know if truth is in them? Was ever in them? I look at the picture on the cruise....we looked so in love...to the whole world. He was thinking of when was the next time he could text his "angel".
I forgot to tell you all about that. Long ago, shortly after we net. He wrote the most beautiful poem. It was called An Angel, Missing Only Her Wings and a Halo. It was truly the most exquisite thing I have ever read. I had even googled it (or whatever the equivalent was back then) to see f he had stolen it from somewhere. One year he had someone write it in calligraphy and frame it for me, because he knew how much I loved it and the original paper was falling apart from having been unfolded and read so many times.
Last week I destroyed it. On the back I had written in chalk The Biggest Lie Ever Told....I know I wrote that in Pennsylvania...and I don't even remember why...which just makes me wonder how many times this man can hurt me and I will just keep coming back for more....
I took it outside, put on gloves and took a hammer to it. He tried to stop me before I ever got outside, but I was done with that lie. He called her an angel in a text...MY FUCKING WORD...I was done with this fucking piece of shit lie....It felt so good breaking the glass. I loved even more when the hammer tore through the paper, pulverizing the words. Glass was everywhere...I was bleeding, slivers of glass in my knees and thighs. It felt soooo good. Then I got matches and I burned it.
Aferwards I told him that was our past and we needed to move forward. I "burned it all down and started again" (lyrics from Faithful, by Rick Springfield).
Can we build it again? Ask me today and the answer is I don't think so. I want to be wrong.
I am trying to figure out if this is a gut feeling..or just fear talking...I don't know.
I don't know anything...that is the common theme of my life right now.
Well...I do know I am tired. So tired. And still so scared.
Tuesday, October 24, 2017
Monday, October 23, 2017
Karma karma karma........oh how I love thee
Yesterday was good.
Today is bad.
He has his second session today. Is my sadness/anxiety/hopeless related to that? Should I not feel more hopeful that each therapy session may bring us closer to a "why?"
I told him I feel like something is missing..is wrong...just a little off. And, duh, of course it is....but I feel like I am not getting enough from him. He is too silent. He claims he is afraid to say something that will change my mood. As if I am not constantly thinking of all of this. My brain is in in serious over fucking drive. I had a reprieve thanks to the work incident, which I will elaborate on eventually in my rambling way. If you want to skip ahead to that I put a line of *** to make it easy to scroll to.
I spend time trying to figure out what hurts most. Like it matters. Why do I need a ranking? Is that going to change something? The lies, without me having an inkling of knowing (but that's a lie, right? I did...so is that what hurts the most? Not trusting myself. His lies telling me to not trust myself?) Which lies are worse? The ones he told me? The ones he told her? Were they lies to her? He wants me to answer why he would be HERE if he wanted to be there. Isn't that proof? No it isn't. There's a million reasons why he'd be here for any other reason than that he wants to be. First on the list: He's lying to himself. Kissing her? His words to her? Going to her while I fucking worked? Spending money on HER? Getting hard for her? So many things hurt. Will a why stop that?
I need something from him. And I know what it is. And I will not tell him. Because that is cheating. If he knows what I need because I told him. He will give it to me. And I need it from a place of honesty, not a place of this is what I should do. This is what she wants. I want it from him freely. I need it to come on it's own.
All I want is honesty. And it still escapes us. His silence. What is he thinking? So much silence. He doesn't hear it. He thinks he's telling me constantly that he wants to be here, that he loves me, that he's sorry. How much is enough? Do I want too much? I need silence in my head, silence to the images and the words that run constantly ...that silence can only be achieved with his words. Not even just his actions. When he holds me and doesn't speak...the images are still there, the words screaming at me. He claims he feels constant guilt. I don't see it. Everything seems the same on the outside with him. The exact same as when he'd sit and text her, with me right here.
I re-read the entire week of texts again this morning. He thinks it's a waste of my time, that I am just hurting myself on purpose. He doesn't understand I am looking for hints as to what is true and what isn't. There aren't any. Everything he says is the same to both of us. How do I know which is true? Because he's physically here? How do I know where he is mentally? To appease him, I finally deleted the thread. Deleted her number. Because THAT is going to make the images go away...hah. I will always see her pasty, ugly face snuggled with HIS shirt. I will always see her legs at that angle, striking a "sexy" pose. I will always see her making that ridiculous duck face that he has always claimed to hate seeing people make, but somehow made her the "most beautiful, amazing woman in the world". I will see the words stating he doesn't want to be here. He wants a future with her. He can't imagine anything other than that. He wishes he met her 5 years ago...why 5? He feel so lonely. He sends her Foreigner's I want to Know What Love is...Were these feeling real? If he was so in love with her...how does it just stop? How I am I to believe he doesn't think of her?
I am naive to think I can get past this? It's been two weeks, am I wrong to think that I deserve at least as long as the affair to hurt and grieve for what I lost. His patience seems to be wearing thin to me. He claims it isn't. Am I overthinking it, wanting him to lose patience so this will just end already? And I can hate him some more...blame him fully. What is real? I don't know. I don't know truth, I don't know reality. I don't know anything.
I am tired of the roller coaster. I wonder if it would be easier to just get off...feel the pain...move on. But is that really what would happen? I would still be on a roller coaster. But I'd be on it alone. Leaving this man I love behind, because why? I am too scared to try and fail. Too scared to find out the why?
I do love him. I think that is the ONLY think I know. But I just don't know if it's enough.
His therapist is on vacation next week. That's prolonging all of this another week. I know it's a long road..if I had a tunnel, I could wait to see if there's a light...but I don't even feel like there's a tunnel...just endless tracks leading nowhere. Up and down. As far as I can see. How long can I last?
Will the why be enough? I still won't ever know if he's lying. I have already learned he is too good at it. I can't deny that. It will all be faith and trust. Is that possible?
I still believe that normal is wrong. It feels good when things feel normal. But it feels wrong. I feel like I am betraying myself allowing myself to feel normal, feel happy. My soul hurts and it deserves to grieve. My heart is shattered. My world upside down. We will never have what I THOUGHT we had. Perhaps that is a good thing. because it was a lie. He tells me it will be even better. Will it? Will better make it worse? Will better make me question if this new "perfect life" is as big of a fallacy as the old one? He tells me the why will change everything. I guess I just won't know til I know what the fucking why is...and in case you haven't noticed...patience is NOT my thing.
So I have been writing over an hour (I already finished the below the * part)...I am not sure I feel better. I don't feel worse. I want to turn today around and make it a good day. Maybe, just maybe, something in his therapy will help that happen. Maybe he can start giving me what I need, even if it's too soon for the why. Maybe I should just sleep until it's all over.
I have thought of leaving. Just not being here when he gets home. But I don't know my reasons. Are they merely manipulative? To see if he will chase me. To see if he really cares. Do I not go for fear of the answer? Never ask a question that you don't already know the answer to or you may hear something you don't want to. How long will he stay? What are his limits? Am I pushing him away to protect myself from some truth I don't want to know? Is love really worth this?
I keep thinking back to when he told me 21 years ago "I am going to take such good care of you". That sounded so good then. Now I know how unhealthy it was. I should have been taking care of myself this whole time and he should have been taking care of himself. It is so romantic to have the notion of someone taking care of you. That seems like a stupid, stupid idea now. How do I go about taking care of me? What is the best path forward from here? I guess I know it isn't what is perceived to be the least painful. My therapist taught me long ago that I often think it's "easier" to do something and was missing how hard it really was on me taking that easier way.
I'm still not quite ready for my own solo therapy. I haven't dwelled on why. It just doesn't feel right yet. But then nothing at all feels right.
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Work.
So that little cunt went to the big boss, the top of the top. And she fed him a story about how she was concerned for herself and for our Hispanic customers because of what I said to her...unprovoked...she says she asked "how are you?" and that was the start of it, I just went off.
Since I started there 4 years ago. I knew she had problems with everyone in the store. I felt kinda special that she "liked" me. We had an incident a year or two ago where she stopped speaking to me...it was all about gossip between her, another girl and my immediate supervisor. Stupid, childish stuff. Eventually I sucked it up and went to her and told her I wanted us to be friends again. I may have blogged about it. It was significant for me. I am not one to start something that could be confrontational and could end in rejection. So I was kinda surprised at myself. We hugged, we made up and things were fine. Occasionally she'd make jabs like "I guess I like you..today". She would often make comments that she hated me because of my body. But, all in all, I thought we were getting along good.
When she started in on me about being stupid and stronger than that...I didn't attack. I was calm. I was trying to educate her. Trying to make her see what others were seeing and why it was justified. Even IF it was innocent (she still won't confirm or deny) they were walking into dangerous territory that could lead to more. I tried to explain how painful it was for me to see her doing this...she was my "Rachel". This is when I said all Hispanic women made we want to punch them...a figure of speech, I even told her if the woman had been blonde, I would have felt that way about blondes. I don't know if she is truly stupid or deliberately obtuse to completely misunderstand what I was saying. I had even thrown in a "You know I love you but you have to see how this hurts me". Her demeanor had changed and she was on the defensive. Still, I was calm. Well not calm...I was becoming anxious. Not angry. Anxious. I wanted the conversation to stop but felt trapped. I felt immense relief when the supervisor showed up and literally pushed and pulled her down the aisle away from me.
This happened Thursday night. She went to the big boss Friday morning. The assistant manager(AM) texted me Friday to see when I was in again and then asked what happened. I thought that would be the end of it. I came in Saturday at 5 and ended up in her office for 45 minutes. She told me how---oops wrote her name... twisted everything around. She told me that she(AM) defended me to the big boss and knew I would be honest and she'd get the full story from me. This little bitch had went off on tangents telling every little confidence I had said to her, as well as flat out making shit up. She said I was mad about not getting the last MA promotion (I was, and told AM that I had worked through it on my own and had decided I didn't even know why I was mad, or that I even really wanted the promotion), she said I said the AM didn't like me(probably true, my insecurities make me think everyone doesn't like me), that I didn't like one of the supervisors (not true, don't know where she even got that one). And, as the AM said, she completely made it about anything but what was going on, dragging all kinds of irrelevant shit into the conversation, while somehow making herself look like a victim. The thing is she also confirmed my story. She told both the big boss and the AM that she had called me stupid and that she had called me weak.
In the end I was offered HER MA position....she's being demoted and booted back to the morning truck team, where she won't be able to follow the other supervisor around like a little puppy. This is going to happen today at the END of her shift, after the AM works her to death doing a reset in her dept. I'd be lying if I said this didn't cause me great elation. I mean like laugh my ass off elation. (which does give me some pause, because I really do feel like a kinder person now and this goes against that belief of myself). Karma working so quickly and perfectly.
The AM was honest with me and told me she doesn't know that this is the right time for me to take this position but I should give it some thought. It would be working with a supervisor who really values me and that's why I gave it any thought at all. It was so nice having something to obsess over other than this fucking affair...even if I really didn't obsess over it, as I pretty much knew that there was no way that I should take this position. I thought about how nice it would be to have a full time job with benefits should this damn marriage not work. But with Dave just about to start a job with benefits, I realized I will have benefits. He can certainly pay for my benefits if we separate and a divorce can wait until an MA position opens up again. I can not imagine any scenario where being stuck working 40 hours right now is a good idea for me. With the holiday coming up I will be getting as many as hours as I could possibly want and I want the freedom to go to them and say "Nope...this isn't working. I need only 3 short days" There is, literally, only one reason to take the position and that is to be able to work with this supervisor. And, guess what? He wants me to transfer to his dept anyway, so I can still have that without the commitment of full time or the responsibilities of being an MA.
I am calling it now...the way this little bitch lies...I see her claiming sexual harassment when it doesn't work out with her married man...she will twist it around and he's going to end up in trouble. I believe the decision to demote had very little to do with me or this incident. It was just the final straw. There were questions about ever promoting her because of how she relates to other associates and her immaturity and her drama. I doubt she will see it that way and I, for once, don't really fucking care. I tried to give her the benefit of the doubt. Everyone else was right about her. She is a nasty person and I won't waste one more second concerned about her opinion of me or anything at all.
Today is bad.
He has his second session today. Is my sadness/anxiety/hopeless related to that? Should I not feel more hopeful that each therapy session may bring us closer to a "why?"
I told him I feel like something is missing..is wrong...just a little off. And, duh, of course it is....but I feel like I am not getting enough from him. He is too silent. He claims he is afraid to say something that will change my mood. As if I am not constantly thinking of all of this. My brain is in in serious over fucking drive. I had a reprieve thanks to the work incident, which I will elaborate on eventually in my rambling way. If you want to skip ahead to that I put a line of *** to make it easy to scroll to.
I spend time trying to figure out what hurts most. Like it matters. Why do I need a ranking? Is that going to change something? The lies, without me having an inkling of knowing (but that's a lie, right? I did...so is that what hurts the most? Not trusting myself. His lies telling me to not trust myself?) Which lies are worse? The ones he told me? The ones he told her? Were they lies to her? He wants me to answer why he would be HERE if he wanted to be there. Isn't that proof? No it isn't. There's a million reasons why he'd be here for any other reason than that he wants to be. First on the list: He's lying to himself. Kissing her? His words to her? Going to her while I fucking worked? Spending money on HER? Getting hard for her? So many things hurt. Will a why stop that?
I need something from him. And I know what it is. And I will not tell him. Because that is cheating. If he knows what I need because I told him. He will give it to me. And I need it from a place of honesty, not a place of this is what I should do. This is what she wants. I want it from him freely. I need it to come on it's own.
All I want is honesty. And it still escapes us. His silence. What is he thinking? So much silence. He doesn't hear it. He thinks he's telling me constantly that he wants to be here, that he loves me, that he's sorry. How much is enough? Do I want too much? I need silence in my head, silence to the images and the words that run constantly ...that silence can only be achieved with his words. Not even just his actions. When he holds me and doesn't speak...the images are still there, the words screaming at me. He claims he feels constant guilt. I don't see it. Everything seems the same on the outside with him. The exact same as when he'd sit and text her, with me right here.
I re-read the entire week of texts again this morning. He thinks it's a waste of my time, that I am just hurting myself on purpose. He doesn't understand I am looking for hints as to what is true and what isn't. There aren't any. Everything he says is the same to both of us. How do I know which is true? Because he's physically here? How do I know where he is mentally? To appease him, I finally deleted the thread. Deleted her number. Because THAT is going to make the images go away...hah. I will always see her pasty, ugly face snuggled with HIS shirt. I will always see her legs at that angle, striking a "sexy" pose. I will always see her making that ridiculous duck face that he has always claimed to hate seeing people make, but somehow made her the "most beautiful, amazing woman in the world". I will see the words stating he doesn't want to be here. He wants a future with her. He can't imagine anything other than that. He wishes he met her 5 years ago...why 5? He feel so lonely. He sends her Foreigner's I want to Know What Love is...Were these feeling real? If he was so in love with her...how does it just stop? How I am I to believe he doesn't think of her?
I am naive to think I can get past this? It's been two weeks, am I wrong to think that I deserve at least as long as the affair to hurt and grieve for what I lost. His patience seems to be wearing thin to me. He claims it isn't. Am I overthinking it, wanting him to lose patience so this will just end already? And I can hate him some more...blame him fully. What is real? I don't know. I don't know truth, I don't know reality. I don't know anything.
I am tired of the roller coaster. I wonder if it would be easier to just get off...feel the pain...move on. But is that really what would happen? I would still be on a roller coaster. But I'd be on it alone. Leaving this man I love behind, because why? I am too scared to try and fail. Too scared to find out the why?
I do love him. I think that is the ONLY think I know. But I just don't know if it's enough.
His therapist is on vacation next week. That's prolonging all of this another week. I know it's a long road..if I had a tunnel, I could wait to see if there's a light...but I don't even feel like there's a tunnel...just endless tracks leading nowhere. Up and down. As far as I can see. How long can I last?
Will the why be enough? I still won't ever know if he's lying. I have already learned he is too good at it. I can't deny that. It will all be faith and trust. Is that possible?
I still believe that normal is wrong. It feels good when things feel normal. But it feels wrong. I feel like I am betraying myself allowing myself to feel normal, feel happy. My soul hurts and it deserves to grieve. My heart is shattered. My world upside down. We will never have what I THOUGHT we had. Perhaps that is a good thing. because it was a lie. He tells me it will be even better. Will it? Will better make it worse? Will better make me question if this new "perfect life" is as big of a fallacy as the old one? He tells me the why will change everything. I guess I just won't know til I know what the fucking why is...and in case you haven't noticed...patience is NOT my thing.
So I have been writing over an hour (I already finished the below the * part)...I am not sure I feel better. I don't feel worse. I want to turn today around and make it a good day. Maybe, just maybe, something in his therapy will help that happen. Maybe he can start giving me what I need, even if it's too soon for the why. Maybe I should just sleep until it's all over.
I have thought of leaving. Just not being here when he gets home. But I don't know my reasons. Are they merely manipulative? To see if he will chase me. To see if he really cares. Do I not go for fear of the answer? Never ask a question that you don't already know the answer to or you may hear something you don't want to. How long will he stay? What are his limits? Am I pushing him away to protect myself from some truth I don't want to know? Is love really worth this?
I keep thinking back to when he told me 21 years ago "I am going to take such good care of you". That sounded so good then. Now I know how unhealthy it was. I should have been taking care of myself this whole time and he should have been taking care of himself. It is so romantic to have the notion of someone taking care of you. That seems like a stupid, stupid idea now. How do I go about taking care of me? What is the best path forward from here? I guess I know it isn't what is perceived to be the least painful. My therapist taught me long ago that I often think it's "easier" to do something and was missing how hard it really was on me taking that easier way.
I'm still not quite ready for my own solo therapy. I haven't dwelled on why. It just doesn't feel right yet. But then nothing at all feels right.
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Work.
So that little cunt went to the big boss, the top of the top. And she fed him a story about how she was concerned for herself and for our Hispanic customers because of what I said to her...unprovoked...she says she asked "how are you?" and that was the start of it, I just went off.
Since I started there 4 years ago. I knew she had problems with everyone in the store. I felt kinda special that she "liked" me. We had an incident a year or two ago where she stopped speaking to me...it was all about gossip between her, another girl and my immediate supervisor. Stupid, childish stuff. Eventually I sucked it up and went to her and told her I wanted us to be friends again. I may have blogged about it. It was significant for me. I am not one to start something that could be confrontational and could end in rejection. So I was kinda surprised at myself. We hugged, we made up and things were fine. Occasionally she'd make jabs like "I guess I like you..today". She would often make comments that she hated me because of my body. But, all in all, I thought we were getting along good.
When she started in on me about being stupid and stronger than that...I didn't attack. I was calm. I was trying to educate her. Trying to make her see what others were seeing and why it was justified. Even IF it was innocent (she still won't confirm or deny) they were walking into dangerous territory that could lead to more. I tried to explain how painful it was for me to see her doing this...she was my "Rachel". This is when I said all Hispanic women made we want to punch them...a figure of speech, I even told her if the woman had been blonde, I would have felt that way about blondes. I don't know if she is truly stupid or deliberately obtuse to completely misunderstand what I was saying. I had even thrown in a "You know I love you but you have to see how this hurts me". Her demeanor had changed and she was on the defensive. Still, I was calm. Well not calm...I was becoming anxious. Not angry. Anxious. I wanted the conversation to stop but felt trapped. I felt immense relief when the supervisor showed up and literally pushed and pulled her down the aisle away from me.
This happened Thursday night. She went to the big boss Friday morning. The assistant manager(AM) texted me Friday to see when I was in again and then asked what happened. I thought that would be the end of it. I came in Saturday at 5 and ended up in her office for 45 minutes. She told me how---oops wrote her name... twisted everything around. She told me that she(AM) defended me to the big boss and knew I would be honest and she'd get the full story from me. This little bitch had went off on tangents telling every little confidence I had said to her, as well as flat out making shit up. She said I was mad about not getting the last MA promotion (I was, and told AM that I had worked through it on my own and had decided I didn't even know why I was mad, or that I even really wanted the promotion), she said I said the AM didn't like me(probably true, my insecurities make me think everyone doesn't like me), that I didn't like one of the supervisors (not true, don't know where she even got that one). And, as the AM said, she completely made it about anything but what was going on, dragging all kinds of irrelevant shit into the conversation, while somehow making herself look like a victim. The thing is she also confirmed my story. She told both the big boss and the AM that she had called me stupid and that she had called me weak.
In the end I was offered HER MA position....she's being demoted and booted back to the morning truck team, where she won't be able to follow the other supervisor around like a little puppy. This is going to happen today at the END of her shift, after the AM works her to death doing a reset in her dept. I'd be lying if I said this didn't cause me great elation. I mean like laugh my ass off elation. (which does give me some pause, because I really do feel like a kinder person now and this goes against that belief of myself). Karma working so quickly and perfectly.
The AM was honest with me and told me she doesn't know that this is the right time for me to take this position but I should give it some thought. It would be working with a supervisor who really values me and that's why I gave it any thought at all. It was so nice having something to obsess over other than this fucking affair...even if I really didn't obsess over it, as I pretty much knew that there was no way that I should take this position. I thought about how nice it would be to have a full time job with benefits should this damn marriage not work. But with Dave just about to start a job with benefits, I realized I will have benefits. He can certainly pay for my benefits if we separate and a divorce can wait until an MA position opens up again. I can not imagine any scenario where being stuck working 40 hours right now is a good idea for me. With the holiday coming up I will be getting as many as hours as I could possibly want and I want the freedom to go to them and say "Nope...this isn't working. I need only 3 short days" There is, literally, only one reason to take the position and that is to be able to work with this supervisor. And, guess what? He wants me to transfer to his dept anyway, so I can still have that without the commitment of full time or the responsibilities of being an MA.
I am calling it now...the way this little bitch lies...I see her claiming sexual harassment when it doesn't work out with her married man...she will twist it around and he's going to end up in trouble. I believe the decision to demote had very little to do with me or this incident. It was just the final straw. There were questions about ever promoting her because of how she relates to other associates and her immaturity and her drama. I doubt she will see it that way and I, for once, don't really fucking care. I tried to give her the benefit of the doubt. Everyone else was right about her. She is a nasty person and I won't waste one more second concerned about her opinion of me or anything at all.
Saturday, October 21, 2017
Will I ever sleep 8 hours again?
Went to bed around 11:30 pm. Had a really good day, sure there was a stray thought or two (or a hundred) but I didn't feel angry, hopeless, stupid or any emotion strongly, other than being happy in the moment.
I got out of bed at 4:30 to pee...I had started waking up off and on before that but still feeling content enough to sleep, just avoiding getting up to pee. Once I got up and then returned to bed, that was it....my brain started. So here I am...I swore I wouldn't lie in bed and write blogs in my head. If I am not sleeping why lay there?
It started with wondering whether I should have ever posted the last blog, glad I had taken it down. Then my mind drifted to how happy I was yesterday and that was it....
I thought about that bitch I work with and how I felt while we talked. As she started telling me what I should do, I started falling down a deep hole, like a well, I remember trying to grasp at things to hold onto..they were my excuses to her for why I was staying. She just kept trying to shut me down. I remember very clearly thinking "Please shut up, I don't want to have to take you down". I remember being very conscious of not calling her a whore, of not even accusing her, being very specific to call it a rumor. I remember how she stammered and stuttered and refused to deny. She merely kept saying "It was her personal business" I tried to explain why it wasn't if they flaunted it at work. I shared with her how I had gotten a bit of a "crush" on a kid that had worked there and how I told Dave my feelings to have it out in the open so that I'd never act. She started on a tirade about how me THINKING about having sex with someone else is an "emotional affair" ...I tried to explain the difference between fantasizing and doing...why am I wasting my time with this stupid twit?? She quite obviously is completely fucking clueless about anything.
Old Ann would have handled it differently. I am different -- that optimistic, not so nasty, wanting to help people person. (Side note: I find it ironic that as I have moved further and further from Christianity that my desire ---no not my desire---my ACTIONS to treat people better have increased. In other words: the less religious I have become, the better person I AM (not want to be..actually AM--pretty odd)) Old Ann would have told her what a stupid cunt she was and told her she was playing with fire and deserved anything and everything coming her way.
I was trying to be gentle with her. My anxiety level was starting to increase. The more she stood there yapping, the more sure I was that she was wrecking a home. That there was a woman sitting home married to a man she didn't know at all because he was fucking around with this dimwitted twit!
And yet I felt sorry for her. I realized (don't know if it was then or after she was dragged away) that she may have been wishing I left because it was too hard to see a wife stay. That ruins her "plans". Her fantasies of her man leaving his wife. What if he tries to stay and the "stupid" wife lets him. It was killing her to see an alternate reality play out, one she hadn't considered perhaps. She mentioned how her husband had cheated on her. She left him. So that is the way it must be done in her mind, I guess. All I could think is "You were the other woman and yet you can do this to someone else?" How? Never could I or would I ever do this to another woman...at this point I can't say I won't do it to Dave. But if I decided to cheat (and it would be a VERY conscious decision) it would not hurt another woman. I think I mentioned that there's a worried part of me that I may cheat now. I am human, there have been temptations in the past and as I reflect back, I never really realized how often it could have happened if I had allowed it to. Always I recognized the temptation and always I stopped. Sometimes because the other person didn't seem "worth" losing Dave over, sometimes because I didn't want to hurt him and always because I knew he'd never do it to me....Now it's different. There's that tiny sliver of nasty Ann that would love to destroy his heart and that's while I love him. What if time goes by and my love isn't as strong and a desirable man enters my life...what will stop me? Will I even want to stop myself?
So I lay there thinking about all of that and just wanting to go back to sleep...remembering what a good day we had...then I start thinking it hasn't been even 2 weeks yet. I SHOULD NOT be this happy. Because apparently there is a rule book with a timetable? I argue this with myself. But I can't help wondering....is it really ok to feel so normal...do not fall for it...I try to remember how I felt falling asleep and the things he said to me...and then I realize they are words and his words can be lies. And I try to remember how he lied so easily to me, how I didn't SEE the lies, his face looked the same. But did it? I remember now that I avoided looking at him. He was hard to look at. Why? Because I wasn't seeing what I wanted to see sometimes...not ALL of the time. There was that distance...This I can remember because of those blogs I wrote but didn't publish. Times when he looked pale, sickly, tired and I dismissed it as whatever he was going through, worried for his health, but knowing he had just had checkups. I wasn't seeing it as lies that were eating him alive. The drinking, the weight loss...all signs...signs I saw but he dismissed. I TRUSTED him to tell the truth and I believed...but did I? I try so hard to remember specific times he lied. Did he falter? Did he have "tells"? How will I ever know when he's truthful again? The only answer is my gut instinct. And that just doesn't feel like enough.
I want to believe this is a bump in the road. But it's more than a bump. We lost a lot. We will never be the couple who made it til the end without an affair. Like virginity once that is gone, it is GONE. We can try to mend but it won't go away. A scar will remain, tarnishing our history. Can I live with that?
I love him so much. I still believe we belong together. I think we make a great team. Is that enough?
Should we have separated until I got my "WHY?". Would that have made it worse or better? For who? Me or him?
I think it would have been the end of us. Does that mean anything? Shouldn't we be able to survive a separation?
I am sitting here...not typing...just thinking...and the thoughts are soo everywhere, there is nothing to write.
I am tired. Mostly tired of thinking. It just feels so wrong to have a day like yesterday...it feels all "swept under the carpet". I know he would remind me it isn't. He is going to therapy. We will fix this. Sometimes it seems like the days have flown by and then it seems like his first therapy was months ago, not 5 days and yet his next one feels weeks away, even though it's in 2 days. The road already feels so long and I am so tired. One day at a time...one day at a time.
It is still dark out. I should try to lay down. All the words are gone anyway...maybe I can sleep.
I got out of bed at 4:30 to pee...I had started waking up off and on before that but still feeling content enough to sleep, just avoiding getting up to pee. Once I got up and then returned to bed, that was it....my brain started. So here I am...I swore I wouldn't lie in bed and write blogs in my head. If I am not sleeping why lay there?
It started with wondering whether I should have ever posted the last blog, glad I had taken it down. Then my mind drifted to how happy I was yesterday and that was it....
I thought about that bitch I work with and how I felt while we talked. As she started telling me what I should do, I started falling down a deep hole, like a well, I remember trying to grasp at things to hold onto..they were my excuses to her for why I was staying. She just kept trying to shut me down. I remember very clearly thinking "Please shut up, I don't want to have to take you down". I remember being very conscious of not calling her a whore, of not even accusing her, being very specific to call it a rumor. I remember how she stammered and stuttered and refused to deny. She merely kept saying "It was her personal business" I tried to explain why it wasn't if they flaunted it at work. I shared with her how I had gotten a bit of a "crush" on a kid that had worked there and how I told Dave my feelings to have it out in the open so that I'd never act. She started on a tirade about how me THINKING about having sex with someone else is an "emotional affair" ...I tried to explain the difference between fantasizing and doing...why am I wasting my time with this stupid twit?? She quite obviously is completely fucking clueless about anything.
Old Ann would have handled it differently. I am different -- that optimistic, not so nasty, wanting to help people person. (Side note: I find it ironic that as I have moved further and further from Christianity that my desire ---no not my desire---my ACTIONS to treat people better have increased. In other words: the less religious I have become, the better person I AM (not want to be..actually AM--pretty odd)) Old Ann would have told her what a stupid cunt she was and told her she was playing with fire and deserved anything and everything coming her way.
I was trying to be gentle with her. My anxiety level was starting to increase. The more she stood there yapping, the more sure I was that she was wrecking a home. That there was a woman sitting home married to a man she didn't know at all because he was fucking around with this dimwitted twit!
And yet I felt sorry for her. I realized (don't know if it was then or after she was dragged away) that she may have been wishing I left because it was too hard to see a wife stay. That ruins her "plans". Her fantasies of her man leaving his wife. What if he tries to stay and the "stupid" wife lets him. It was killing her to see an alternate reality play out, one she hadn't considered perhaps. She mentioned how her husband had cheated on her. She left him. So that is the way it must be done in her mind, I guess. All I could think is "You were the other woman and yet you can do this to someone else?" How? Never could I or would I ever do this to another woman...at this point I can't say I won't do it to Dave. But if I decided to cheat (and it would be a VERY conscious decision) it would not hurt another woman. I think I mentioned that there's a worried part of me that I may cheat now. I am human, there have been temptations in the past and as I reflect back, I never really realized how often it could have happened if I had allowed it to. Always I recognized the temptation and always I stopped. Sometimes because the other person didn't seem "worth" losing Dave over, sometimes because I didn't want to hurt him and always because I knew he'd never do it to me....Now it's different. There's that tiny sliver of nasty Ann that would love to destroy his heart and that's while I love him. What if time goes by and my love isn't as strong and a desirable man enters my life...what will stop me? Will I even want to stop myself?
So I lay there thinking about all of that and just wanting to go back to sleep...remembering what a good day we had...then I start thinking it hasn't been even 2 weeks yet. I SHOULD NOT be this happy. Because apparently there is a rule book with a timetable? I argue this with myself. But I can't help wondering....is it really ok to feel so normal...do not fall for it...I try to remember how I felt falling asleep and the things he said to me...and then I realize they are words and his words can be lies. And I try to remember how he lied so easily to me, how I didn't SEE the lies, his face looked the same. But did it? I remember now that I avoided looking at him. He was hard to look at. Why? Because I wasn't seeing what I wanted to see sometimes...not ALL of the time. There was that distance...This I can remember because of those blogs I wrote but didn't publish. Times when he looked pale, sickly, tired and I dismissed it as whatever he was going through, worried for his health, but knowing he had just had checkups. I wasn't seeing it as lies that were eating him alive. The drinking, the weight loss...all signs...signs I saw but he dismissed. I TRUSTED him to tell the truth and I believed...but did I? I try so hard to remember specific times he lied. Did he falter? Did he have "tells"? How will I ever know when he's truthful again? The only answer is my gut instinct. And that just doesn't feel like enough.
I want to believe this is a bump in the road. But it's more than a bump. We lost a lot. We will never be the couple who made it til the end without an affair. Like virginity once that is gone, it is GONE. We can try to mend but it won't go away. A scar will remain, tarnishing our history. Can I live with that?
I love him so much. I still believe we belong together. I think we make a great team. Is that enough?
Should we have separated until I got my "WHY?". Would that have made it worse or better? For who? Me or him?
I think it would have been the end of us. Does that mean anything? Shouldn't we be able to survive a separation?
I am sitting here...not typing...just thinking...and the thoughts are soo everywhere, there is nothing to write.
I am tired. Mostly tired of thinking. It just feels so wrong to have a day like yesterday...it feels all "swept under the carpet". I know he would remind me it isn't. He is going to therapy. We will fix this. Sometimes it seems like the days have flown by and then it seems like his first therapy was months ago, not 5 days and yet his next one feels weeks away, even though it's in 2 days. The road already feels so long and I am so tired. One day at a time...one day at a time.
It is still dark out. I should try to lay down. All the words are gone anyway...maybe I can sleep.
Friday, October 20, 2017
Warning this post isn't for everyone: intimate sex details ahead. EDITED SATURDAY
Deep breath, here it goes....
Why the deep breath? I don't HAVE to do this. Because it's more about being judged than sharing the details. Why did I have sex with him so soon? I still don't understand. I know there's a reason why but I have no idea what it is. I (believe it or not) am not overthinking it. It feels too complicated of a question for me to even attempt to solve, so I just go with it.
The emotional affair (with bonus kisses--ahhh my sarcasm here to deflect and protect!) was discovered in the early morning hours Monday. Monday night I kissed him. This is easy. I kissed him to see if I could do it. I kissed him for his reaction. When I was cheated on before (full blown affair, sex and all) the first sex was filled with crying. And the guy was an ass about it. Turning it on me "Am I going to pay for this forever?" He didn't offer to stop, he didn't apologize again...I am not even sure he ever apologized, just made excuses. And I not only "forgave" him...I MARRIED him. I was never attracted to him physically, it was all about his charisma and my lack of self esteem. Why did I marry that ass?? It's something I can't even regret, because it gave me my son. I needed to know how this time would compare. Could I kiss him and not cry or vomit?
It felt good. But it hurt. Of course I pictured him kissing her. Over the next few days I asked tons of questions...there weren't "make out" sessions, it was more of a kiss hello and kiss good bye...a passionate kiss, but not a fondling, groping type of thing. If I am to believe that. Doesn't help to dwell...so I try not to. Fairly successful, I might add. I am so much more in control of my emotions and thoughts than I really like to think I am. (can I mention how annoying the word "than/then" has become?? My brain used to just know...now it's a constant re-reading to see which belongs..stupid aging!!) I had told him that he was sleeping in our in-law suite until further notice but that very first night I didn't want to be alone in the bed and so he never did. He held me..we held each other. And then tried to sleep.
Tuesday comes. I have to work. 3:30-9:30. I was still in shock because it wasn't nearly as hard as the subsequent shifts. I got home, pretty tired from no sleep Sunday night and shitty sleep Monday night...we went up to bed and talked. We held each other again. I loved his body. I told you I didn't want to be too graphic, but some stuff needs to be said to understand the "why?"...I believe he didn't have sex with her. You have to trust me to know this to be the truth. And if I am being honest, I believe it 100%, if I would like to lie to you, like I'd like to lie myself, I would say I am not. For one reason only...to save face if it ever came out that he did. "See I KNEW IT!" But it's a lie. I know he didn't. I told him if it ever comes out in therapy that the only way for him to heal is to tell me the truth that he slept with her, that I want him to keep lying and just leave me. But he assured me that's a non issue and I really know it is. Ok so back to the details. When I say "I loved his body" what I mean is. I caressed him from head to toe. Sometimes light strokes, sometimes firm grips, sometimes lightly kissing, sometimes playfully biting, sometimes grinding against him, sometimes just gently rubbing my body slightly over his. Stopping for light kisses or deep ones. And that was all I intended to do. To show him how much I love him. To show him what he risked. I know staying with him and trying is showing him how much I love him. It feels like doing this ...is....I just don't know. I think I do it for me as much as for him. It's the one thing WE have that they didn't. It's one thing he can not lie about...his body can't lie. His dick can't lie. His breathing doesn't lie. He wants me. I feel wanted. To me feeling wanted is akin to feeling loved. I know it shouldn't be tied together so closely...but is ...for me. Why? I don't know!!
***When I dated my previous husband, those first 8 months that he cheated on me, he also broke up with me. Summer of 1989. Every damn weekend it seemed he broke up with me. That was how he kept seeing her. Every time he broke it off, I would go clubbing and look for validation from men. Some weeks he would come back in time to make sure I left alone. Sometimes he didn't. I had 3 one night stands that summer. I seek sex for comfort. For validation that someone wants me. I know those guys didn't want me, they wanted a pussy. I am sure I knew that then. I am sure it didn't help my self esteem....but I did it. And I felt wanted.
Is this the same thing? I don't know. I just know when we have sex, I feel in control and I feel safe and I can fall asleep. It gives me confidence. It seems so wrong to feel this way. But it just is.***
Back to Tuesday night. We ended up having great sex because I couldn't stop with the caressing. We have always had great sex. 21 years of great sex. I am not just saying this. I have had ok sex, I have had shitty sex and I have even had great sex with someone other than him (only one guy out of the 7 other guys I have been with--so I consider great sex a rarity.) I told him, as shallow as it may seem, if not for the great sex, I probably would have thrown him out. Sound harsh? What made our relationship special was he wasn't a cheater, he wasn't a liar. Now he is. He is no different than any other man. Why stay with this particular cheater/liar? Because I love him...but I can love someone else again. But will that love exist with a great lover? That sounds like an improbability or a long search. Why not stay with the guy I love AND who is a great lover? At least try.
So the morning comes and still I can't be naked in front of him...I can fuck him in the dark but I don't want him to see me naked in the light....it's an intimacy thing. Bizarre? I also won't allow him to perform oral sex on me. I don't know how long I will feel that way. Some men probably think.."you are just punishing yourself...he does it for your benefit"..(WAIT are MEN reading this?? OMG!!!) I know oral sex is for me...but it just feels soooo intimate. I don't want that.
Wednesday night is a repeat...Thursday night as well. One of the days I even start to love his body in the morning and it ends not with sex but with a blow job. I think in 21 years, he has let me give him a blow job without sex less than a handful of times. Let me? Sounds weird, right? It has always bothered me. And it is part of his problem..he has a hard time letting me do things for him. It makes me crazy...how can you go to someone else for something when you can't ask--won't even accept stuff I WANT to give from me??
So this keeps working for me....the days are hard, we sometimes fight...fight? no....I am sometimes angry, there isn't any fighting..what is there to fight about? He completely admits he fucked up. And then at night I feel safe in his arms because of sex.
Saturday...I see signs my period is coming. I freak...How will I sleep without sex? I think he realizes now what a crutch this has become for me. He tries to reassure me everything will be ok. I worry. The night comes and my period isn't quite here yet...relief --we have sex, but I know tomorrow night will be different. Why couldn't NOW be the time my period skipped a few months? Ahhh I remember thinking menopause was finally here and my moods would be gone and that we had survived, we would be ok...but we hadn't...we were in the midst of failing spectacularly. So Sunday came and he let me love him again. Telling me how unnecessary it was, but knowing I needed it.
Monday night we went camping...I planned on doing the same but A) it was too cold and B) he hinted he kinda needed a break!. I slept like shit but that was the cold and having to pee all night because I knew the bathroom was too far away!
Here it is Friday and still we haven't had sex and I have survived. So I guess that neediness is gone. Now I know I can feel safe without the sex.
And this is why I shared.
I did what I had to to survive. I tried to not berate myself that people would think I was insane for trying to save my marriage, letting him sleep in my bed...and what?!?! having sex with him too! So soon!!??!?
If you find yourself in this situation. Do what is right for YOU. This was never really about
him...I wondered if it was...make him see what he was going to give up. Show him he could never find a lover like me and maybe that was a tiny part of it. But it was mostly about making ME feeling safe, me feeling secure and probably the biggest thing...being in control.
And now you have survived the sex post!! I promise that will be it!
Again..if you are in this situation and you have any questions for me...don't hesitate to ask.
Remember the first time this happened to me, my reaction was different...I didn't want sex and I cried during it. There isn't a right way to do this. I just wanted to share my way.
AFTER PUBLISHED EDIT:
So last night, I freaked and took down this post. I was sure it was too much after all. I hadn't re-read it, just was sure it was too much. I have re-read it (at 5 in the damn morning!) and decided it was ok. I had kept the really private parts private. It isn't quite clinical but I am ok with this much being out there. Only 12 had read it and I was sooo glad. Some of my recent posts are up to 70 views! YIKES! I didn't think so many people read my blog!
I also remembered a pretty important detail I left out...I mentioned that with that first asshole I cried during sex...I didn't this time, in fact HE cried after our first time. It felt genuine and real. It made a world of difference in my confidence that giving us a chance was the right thing to do. So not only did having sex so soon not hurt me, it may have helped.
Why the deep breath? I don't HAVE to do this. Because it's more about being judged than sharing the details. Why did I have sex with him so soon? I still don't understand. I know there's a reason why but I have no idea what it is. I (believe it or not) am not overthinking it. It feels too complicated of a question for me to even attempt to solve, so I just go with it.
The emotional affair (with bonus kisses--ahhh my sarcasm here to deflect and protect!) was discovered in the early morning hours Monday. Monday night I kissed him. This is easy. I kissed him to see if I could do it. I kissed him for his reaction. When I was cheated on before (full blown affair, sex and all) the first sex was filled with crying. And the guy was an ass about it. Turning it on me "Am I going to pay for this forever?" He didn't offer to stop, he didn't apologize again...I am not even sure he ever apologized, just made excuses. And I not only "forgave" him...I MARRIED him. I was never attracted to him physically, it was all about his charisma and my lack of self esteem. Why did I marry that ass?? It's something I can't even regret, because it gave me my son. I needed to know how this time would compare. Could I kiss him and not cry or vomit?
It felt good. But it hurt. Of course I pictured him kissing her. Over the next few days I asked tons of questions...there weren't "make out" sessions, it was more of a kiss hello and kiss good bye...a passionate kiss, but not a fondling, groping type of thing. If I am to believe that. Doesn't help to dwell...so I try not to. Fairly successful, I might add. I am so much more in control of my emotions and thoughts than I really like to think I am. (can I mention how annoying the word "than/then" has become?? My brain used to just know...now it's a constant re-reading to see which belongs..stupid aging!!) I had told him that he was sleeping in our in-law suite until further notice but that very first night I didn't want to be alone in the bed and so he never did. He held me..we held each other. And then tried to sleep.
Tuesday comes. I have to work. 3:30-9:30. I was still in shock because it wasn't nearly as hard as the subsequent shifts. I got home, pretty tired from no sleep Sunday night and shitty sleep Monday night...we went up to bed and talked. We held each other again. I loved his body. I told you I didn't want to be too graphic, but some stuff needs to be said to understand the "why?"...I believe he didn't have sex with her. You have to trust me to know this to be the truth. And if I am being honest, I believe it 100%, if I would like to lie to you, like I'd like to lie myself, I would say I am not. For one reason only...to save face if it ever came out that he did. "See I KNEW IT!" But it's a lie. I know he didn't. I told him if it ever comes out in therapy that the only way for him to heal is to tell me the truth that he slept with her, that I want him to keep lying and just leave me. But he assured me that's a non issue and I really know it is. Ok so back to the details. When I say "I loved his body" what I mean is. I caressed him from head to toe. Sometimes light strokes, sometimes firm grips, sometimes lightly kissing, sometimes playfully biting, sometimes grinding against him, sometimes just gently rubbing my body slightly over his. Stopping for light kisses or deep ones. And that was all I intended to do. To show him how much I love him. To show him what he risked. I know staying with him and trying is showing him how much I love him. It feels like doing this ...is....I just don't know. I think I do it for me as much as for him. It's the one thing WE have that they didn't. It's one thing he can not lie about...his body can't lie. His dick can't lie. His breathing doesn't lie. He wants me. I feel wanted. To me feeling wanted is akin to feeling loved. I know it shouldn't be tied together so closely...but is ...for me. Why? I don't know!!
***When I dated my previous husband, those first 8 months that he cheated on me, he also broke up with me. Summer of 1989. Every damn weekend it seemed he broke up with me. That was how he kept seeing her. Every time he broke it off, I would go clubbing and look for validation from men. Some weeks he would come back in time to make sure I left alone. Sometimes he didn't. I had 3 one night stands that summer. I seek sex for comfort. For validation that someone wants me. I know those guys didn't want me, they wanted a pussy. I am sure I knew that then. I am sure it didn't help my self esteem....but I did it. And I felt wanted.
Is this the same thing? I don't know. I just know when we have sex, I feel in control and I feel safe and I can fall asleep. It gives me confidence. It seems so wrong to feel this way. But it just is.***
Back to Tuesday night. We ended up having great sex because I couldn't stop with the caressing. We have always had great sex. 21 years of great sex. I am not just saying this. I have had ok sex, I have had shitty sex and I have even had great sex with someone other than him (only one guy out of the 7 other guys I have been with--so I consider great sex a rarity.) I told him, as shallow as it may seem, if not for the great sex, I probably would have thrown him out. Sound harsh? What made our relationship special was he wasn't a cheater, he wasn't a liar. Now he is. He is no different than any other man. Why stay with this particular cheater/liar? Because I love him...but I can love someone else again. But will that love exist with a great lover? That sounds like an improbability or a long search. Why not stay with the guy I love AND who is a great lover? At least try.
So the morning comes and still I can't be naked in front of him...I can fuck him in the dark but I don't want him to see me naked in the light....it's an intimacy thing. Bizarre? I also won't allow him to perform oral sex on me. I don't know how long I will feel that way. Some men probably think.."you are just punishing yourself...he does it for your benefit"..(WAIT are MEN reading this?? OMG!!!) I know oral sex is for me...but it just feels soooo intimate. I don't want that.
Wednesday night is a repeat...Thursday night as well. One of the days I even start to love his body in the morning and it ends not with sex but with a blow job. I think in 21 years, he has let me give him a blow job without sex less than a handful of times. Let me? Sounds weird, right? It has always bothered me. And it is part of his problem..he has a hard time letting me do things for him. It makes me crazy...how can you go to someone else for something when you can't ask--won't even accept stuff I WANT to give from me??
So this keeps working for me....the days are hard, we sometimes fight...fight? no....I am sometimes angry, there isn't any fighting..what is there to fight about? He completely admits he fucked up. And then at night I feel safe in his arms because of sex.
Saturday...I see signs my period is coming. I freak...How will I sleep without sex? I think he realizes now what a crutch this has become for me. He tries to reassure me everything will be ok. I worry. The night comes and my period isn't quite here yet...relief --we have sex, but I know tomorrow night will be different. Why couldn't NOW be the time my period skipped a few months? Ahhh I remember thinking menopause was finally here and my moods would be gone and that we had survived, we would be ok...but we hadn't...we were in the midst of failing spectacularly. So Sunday came and he let me love him again. Telling me how unnecessary it was, but knowing I needed it.
Monday night we went camping...I planned on doing the same but A) it was too cold and B) he hinted he kinda needed a break!. I slept like shit but that was the cold and having to pee all night because I knew the bathroom was too far away!
Here it is Friday and still we haven't had sex and I have survived. So I guess that neediness is gone. Now I know I can feel safe without the sex.
And this is why I shared.
I did what I had to to survive. I tried to not berate myself that people would think I was insane for trying to save my marriage, letting him sleep in my bed...and what?!?! having sex with him too! So soon!!??!?
If you find yourself in this situation. Do what is right for YOU. This was never really about
him...I wondered if it was...make him see what he was going to give up. Show him he could never find a lover like me and maybe that was a tiny part of it. But it was mostly about making ME feeling safe, me feeling secure and probably the biggest thing...being in control.
And now you have survived the sex post!! I promise that will be it!
Again..if you are in this situation and you have any questions for me...don't hesitate to ask.
Remember the first time this happened to me, my reaction was different...I didn't want sex and I cried during it. There isn't a right way to do this. I just wanted to share my way.
AFTER PUBLISHED EDIT:
So last night, I freaked and took down this post. I was sure it was too much after all. I hadn't re-read it, just was sure it was too much. I have re-read it (at 5 in the damn morning!) and decided it was ok. I had kept the really private parts private. It isn't quite clinical but I am ok with this much being out there. Only 12 had read it and I was sooo glad. Some of my recent posts are up to 70 views! YIKES! I didn't think so many people read my blog!
I also remembered a pretty important detail I left out...I mentioned that with that first asshole I cried during sex...I didn't this time, in fact HE cried after our first time. It felt genuine and real. It made a world of difference in my confidence that giving us a chance was the right thing to do. So not only did having sex so soon not hurt me, it may have helped.
Dammit I cried
I was on a roll... only tearing up Sunday and no crying Monday or Tuesday. I knew it wouldn't last but me and my crazy brain likes streaks...
Yesterday (Wednesday) was a weird day. I worked in the morning, with maybe 3 hours sleep. But work went well. A kid (25-28? god, I am old thinking she's a kid) I work with really gets it. She's been cheated on by both a woman and a man (she's bisexual, in case that confused the shit out of you). She completely understands. She says exactly what I need to hear. It's so weird, cuz she's so young.
I drove home happy....during DAYLIGHT hours...but I have decided to try not to fight my feelings, whatever they are, they are. I had some questions pop in my head and would have obsessed about them til I got home so I could be nice and angry and confrontational. Then I realized that really didn't serve anyone well. So I enjoyed the warmth and my wonderful palm trees!
I remembered the questions, got the answers without getting worked up, we ran, I played the piano..And everything seemed ok.
We watched some TV and I really learned what it means to be "triggered". I don't want to be that person, not for something stupid like an emotional affair. I mean, sure, if a relative was murdered or committed suicide or you were sexually assaulted...they are valid reasons to be triggered. But hearing people talk about cheating or being lonely or lying or hell even seeing Hispanic women, hearing songs that they shared...none of that should friggin set me off. I recognize this and refuse to play victim. Obviously, I guess, it's normal to relate the shit to me, but it doesn't have to ruin my night.
We went to bed fairly early. I decided I needed to try an Ambien from the old stash, see if it worked better. He fell asleep so fast. That hurts. We had talked a bit earlier about me thinking he isn't hurting enough or that he isn't properly "punished" ..whatever that means. I tried to explain that I don't want to be the one to "punish" him because that will make ME feel bad too, because I love him and don't want to see him hurt...which he pointed out is a most definite contradiction to what I just said. He reminded me that he is hurt/ punished...his relationships with our friends and family will always be awkward...that irritated me, made me feel like he's being a martyr. And I know that wasn't what he was saying. But...
Anyway I lay there awake...remembering how this happened 4 years ago, remembering how everything just went back to normal and wanting to avoid that....remembering how I was SOOOOO happy, thinking everything was perfect...just like this time.
Wondering why when I am perfectly happy HE is "lonely" or whatever it is he is...why he decides to reach out to trash this bliss I feel...thinking it is me...and I will never be enough and that it what I started obsessing on..I will never be enough. He awoke to me sobbing and held me and tried to remind me that we don't know WHY... the ambien finally worked and I had a really good night's sleep...so good that I apparently snored "like a trucker"...so he didn't sleep....
So I wrote all of that ^^^ Thursday. In the meantime...he has had an interview (and pretty much got the job) and I have started to read one of the self help books he's reading.
The job...ugh...my worries stem from a couple of places...first and most importantly..if he "settles" for a job and ends up unhappy and resentful then won't this repeat?...oh wait ...we don't know WHY this happened....dammit that is killing me...I need to know.... secondly...this particular job has women...the temptation...I mean, I guess, if he REALLY wants an emotional affair, he doesn't need to be in proximity to a woman, he could reach out anywhere. And finally....back to dealing with our scheduling issues...that's a dumb one....I am so over working that I'd just quit completely.
The book...it's The Six Pillars of Self Esteem is very informative. Only one chapter in and there is sooo much information. It's hard to read without being like "Is this him? Is this me?" I am trying to be subjective. But really I see so much of both of us. This chapter is merely defining self esteem and yet is already so helpful. Self sabotage...you don't believe you are worthy of happiness, so when it is achieved you try to destroy it..who? Did I do this? Or did he do this? I rack my brain trying to thnk of how it was me...I was sooooo happy...I don't think I was thinking I don't deserve it. I really feel like a changed person..I have blogged about it..optimism ..me...still to this day....finding hope, believing things will be good, that's not who I thought I was..I have changed. I really believe I was happy being happy. Then I think about how I doubted him, was that me trying to sabotage my happiness? Or were they real doubts? I mean, we all know they were real now, but if they hadn't been, would I have kept at it, nagging until I ruined my happiness?
One hypothetical struck me: "When at last she convinces him that she really loves him and he is no longer able to doubt it, he begins to wonder if he set his standards too low. He wonders whether she is really good enough for him. Eventually he leaves her, falls in love with another woman and the dance begins again." This is because his (the man in the scenario, I don't know if this pertains to Dave) low self esteem is making him think he is doomed and he needs reality to conform to this belief, so self sabotage is in order to make reality mesh with his belief. It feels relevant. Every time I get happy...he must wreck it. Since I am not doing anything wrong, he must tell himself he deserves more, someone better... I don't know.
There's also discussion of how we tend to gravitate towards people with similar self esteem levels. Maybe once I finally started to love myself, he couldn't stand to see that..it made him feel worse about himself? So off he goes to find another soul more like him...a woman in a bad marriage, is the perfect complement, women in bad marriages often have low self esteem, it's what keeps them there long past when they should leave.
So now I have more things to think about...great....(eye roll)...I suppose it's better to overthink this stuff than to keep thinking about her or them...
I am feeling pretty good today. And no drugs last night and I slept ok, only 6 hours, but pretty restful.
Last night I had a confrontation with the whore (alleged) at work. She feels the need to tell me that she doesn't agree with me giving my husband a chance. I have bit my tongue the first couple times she said this but last night she doubled down, after I was trying to explain myself (which I shouldn't have to do--I did NOT ask for her opinion, remember I have heard the rumors and the last person I want to discuss this with is her) and she interrupted me and said (paraphrasing a bit) "I didn't think you were that stupid (yes...that word is verbatim). I thought you were stronger (verbatim) than that" I kind lost it....well I was calm (shocking!) and I called her out. I told her that with the rumors about her that I didn't really think it was her place to talk to me about this. She got all high and mighty, first acting like she didn't know what rumor I referred to, then not denying it but stating t's their personal business and that our boss has weighed in it and doesn't think anyone should be discussing it and blah blah blah. I calmly then explained, that all that is well and good, but with what I am going through to come to work and have to watch her with him was very hard and it makes me want to punch her in the face. This was not said in a threatening manner and it was stated as past tense. She got upset. I told her "look, you know I love you but I am just telling you it is hard thinking you could be my Rachel" She becomes more defensive and still keeps rattling on about how it's her personal life, blah blah blah (the irony that she came to me to get in my personal business with her opinions of how I am dealing with it, is apparently completely lost on her). At this point one of the managers walks by and tries to get her to leave, if for no other reason than that she isn't WORKING! She keeps trying to talk and defend and saying "Tell him what you said to me" I tell her I said a lot she'd have to more specific. He's literally dragging her away and she won't stop. He comes to me a few minutes later "Thanks a lot" for what, I ask.."What you said to her, she isn't going to let it go" I tell him what I told her...I said a lot, what specifically is he referring to...He just keeps shaking his head, hating being in the middle of this. I start thinking and remember how Dave lost his job over a stupid email that was deemed threatening (it wasn't) and if this bitch tries to start to shit, she is going to find out that you don't fuck with a redhead. I went to my boss and I told him "You know I can be a bitch. It is my word against hers and I will deny it. And the video will back me up. It shows YOU dragging her away from me and I will say I felt threatened. So tell her she may want to think before she does anything" Don't fuck with me. He texted me after I got home, told me has my back and not to worry about it...and believe it or not, I wasn't. If they want to keep a gossip, drama queen who is to busy fucking around on the job instead of me...well they are dumber than I thought.
So ...I forgot where I was even going with this post...my emotions today are completely different than yesterday. I guess I have to finish blogs I start or they are gonna get really confusing....
Still gotta work on that sex blog...maybe later.
Yesterday (Wednesday) was a weird day. I worked in the morning, with maybe 3 hours sleep. But work went well. A kid (25-28? god, I am old thinking she's a kid) I work with really gets it. She's been cheated on by both a woman and a man (she's bisexual, in case that confused the shit out of you). She completely understands. She says exactly what I need to hear. It's so weird, cuz she's so young.
I drove home happy....during DAYLIGHT hours...but I have decided to try not to fight my feelings, whatever they are, they are. I had some questions pop in my head and would have obsessed about them til I got home so I could be nice and angry and confrontational. Then I realized that really didn't serve anyone well. So I enjoyed the warmth and my wonderful palm trees!
I remembered the questions, got the answers without getting worked up, we ran, I played the piano..And everything seemed ok.
We watched some TV and I really learned what it means to be "triggered". I don't want to be that person, not for something stupid like an emotional affair. I mean, sure, if a relative was murdered or committed suicide or you were sexually assaulted...they are valid reasons to be triggered. But hearing people talk about cheating or being lonely or lying or hell even seeing Hispanic women, hearing songs that they shared...none of that should friggin set me off. I recognize this and refuse to play victim. Obviously, I guess, it's normal to relate the shit to me, but it doesn't have to ruin my night.
We went to bed fairly early. I decided I needed to try an Ambien from the old stash, see if it worked better. He fell asleep so fast. That hurts. We had talked a bit earlier about me thinking he isn't hurting enough or that he isn't properly "punished" ..whatever that means. I tried to explain that I don't want to be the one to "punish" him because that will make ME feel bad too, because I love him and don't want to see him hurt...which he pointed out is a most definite contradiction to what I just said. He reminded me that he is hurt/ punished...his relationships with our friends and family will always be awkward...that irritated me, made me feel like he's being a martyr. And I know that wasn't what he was saying. But...
Anyway I lay there awake...remembering how this happened 4 years ago, remembering how everything just went back to normal and wanting to avoid that....remembering how I was SOOOOO happy, thinking everything was perfect...just like this time.
Wondering why when I am perfectly happy HE is "lonely" or whatever it is he is...why he decides to reach out to trash this bliss I feel...thinking it is me...and I will never be enough and that it what I started obsessing on..I will never be enough. He awoke to me sobbing and held me and tried to remind me that we don't know WHY... the ambien finally worked and I had a really good night's sleep...so good that I apparently snored "like a trucker"...so he didn't sleep....
So I wrote all of that ^^^ Thursday. In the meantime...he has had an interview (and pretty much got the job) and I have started to read one of the self help books he's reading.
The job...ugh...my worries stem from a couple of places...first and most importantly..if he "settles" for a job and ends up unhappy and resentful then won't this repeat?...oh wait ...we don't know WHY this happened....dammit that is killing me...I need to know.... secondly...this particular job has women...the temptation...I mean, I guess, if he REALLY wants an emotional affair, he doesn't need to be in proximity to a woman, he could reach out anywhere. And finally....back to dealing with our scheduling issues...that's a dumb one....I am so over working that I'd just quit completely.
The book...it's The Six Pillars of Self Esteem is very informative. Only one chapter in and there is sooo much information. It's hard to read without being like "Is this him? Is this me?" I am trying to be subjective. But really I see so much of both of us. This chapter is merely defining self esteem and yet is already so helpful. Self sabotage...you don't believe you are worthy of happiness, so when it is achieved you try to destroy it..who? Did I do this? Or did he do this? I rack my brain trying to thnk of how it was me...I was sooooo happy...I don't think I was thinking I don't deserve it. I really feel like a changed person..I have blogged about it..optimism ..me...still to this day....finding hope, believing things will be good, that's not who I thought I was..I have changed. I really believe I was happy being happy. Then I think about how I doubted him, was that me trying to sabotage my happiness? Or were they real doubts? I mean, we all know they were real now, but if they hadn't been, would I have kept at it, nagging until I ruined my happiness?
One hypothetical struck me: "When at last she convinces him that she really loves him and he is no longer able to doubt it, he begins to wonder if he set his standards too low. He wonders whether she is really good enough for him. Eventually he leaves her, falls in love with another woman and the dance begins again." This is because his (the man in the scenario, I don't know if this pertains to Dave) low self esteem is making him think he is doomed and he needs reality to conform to this belief, so self sabotage is in order to make reality mesh with his belief. It feels relevant. Every time I get happy...he must wreck it. Since I am not doing anything wrong, he must tell himself he deserves more, someone better... I don't know.
There's also discussion of how we tend to gravitate towards people with similar self esteem levels. Maybe once I finally started to love myself, he couldn't stand to see that..it made him feel worse about himself? So off he goes to find another soul more like him...a woman in a bad marriage, is the perfect complement, women in bad marriages often have low self esteem, it's what keeps them there long past when they should leave.
So now I have more things to think about...great....(eye roll)...I suppose it's better to overthink this stuff than to keep thinking about her or them...
I am feeling pretty good today. And no drugs last night and I slept ok, only 6 hours, but pretty restful.
Last night I had a confrontation with the whore (alleged) at work. She feels the need to tell me that she doesn't agree with me giving my husband a chance. I have bit my tongue the first couple times she said this but last night she doubled down, after I was trying to explain myself (which I shouldn't have to do--I did NOT ask for her opinion, remember I have heard the rumors and the last person I want to discuss this with is her) and she interrupted me and said (paraphrasing a bit) "I didn't think you were that stupid (yes...that word is verbatim). I thought you were stronger (verbatim) than that" I kind lost it....well I was calm (shocking!) and I called her out. I told her that with the rumors about her that I didn't really think it was her place to talk to me about this. She got all high and mighty, first acting like she didn't know what rumor I referred to, then not denying it but stating t's their personal business and that our boss has weighed in it and doesn't think anyone should be discussing it and blah blah blah. I calmly then explained, that all that is well and good, but with what I am going through to come to work and have to watch her with him was very hard and it makes me want to punch her in the face. This was not said in a threatening manner and it was stated as past tense. She got upset. I told her "look, you know I love you but I am just telling you it is hard thinking you could be my Rachel" She becomes more defensive and still keeps rattling on about how it's her personal life, blah blah blah (the irony that she came to me to get in my personal business with her opinions of how I am dealing with it, is apparently completely lost on her). At this point one of the managers walks by and tries to get her to leave, if for no other reason than that she isn't WORKING! She keeps trying to talk and defend and saying "Tell him what you said to me" I tell her I said a lot she'd have to more specific. He's literally dragging her away and she won't stop. He comes to me a few minutes later "Thanks a lot" for what, I ask.."What you said to her, she isn't going to let it go" I tell him what I told her...I said a lot, what specifically is he referring to...He just keeps shaking his head, hating being in the middle of this. I start thinking and remember how Dave lost his job over a stupid email that was deemed threatening (it wasn't) and if this bitch tries to start to shit, she is going to find out that you don't fuck with a redhead. I went to my boss and I told him "You know I can be a bitch. It is my word against hers and I will deny it. And the video will back me up. It shows YOU dragging her away from me and I will say I felt threatened. So tell her she may want to think before she does anything" Don't fuck with me. He texted me after I got home, told me has my back and not to worry about it...and believe it or not, I wasn't. If they want to keep a gossip, drama queen who is to busy fucking around on the job instead of me...well they are dumber than I thought.
So ...I forgot where I was even going with this post...my emotions today are completely different than yesterday. I guess I have to finish blogs I start or they are gonna get really confusing....
Still gotta work on that sex blog...maybe later.
Wednesday, October 18, 2017
some stuff I forgot
Hard to believe I left anything out, right?
Slept worse than usual...when I wake up I blog in my head. I had to get up at 6 today so I didn't do this but in the future I am going to just come down and write it while I think it, I think I will get to sleep better.
First..that was a long blog so I am not up for re-reading it pardon me if I did mention this stuff, I feel like I forgot.
The night of, just hours before....I found out she was religious. I said "Why didn't you tell me that months ago? I would never have accused you of cheating with her..I KNOW you would never be with someone religious"....No comment from him. It kills me how easily he kept a straight face while lying.
Ugh...see now I forget what I forgot. There was more. Not necessarily even about the affair. Just points I wanted to make but think I got to rambling and never made the actual point I intended to.
Last night, I slept about 2 hours, woke up at 2:30 and then couldn't sleep. Finally fell back asleep and the cat woke me with her hacking at 4:30. Then I knew I had to get up at 6 and was having a hard time falling back asleep. I started having stomach cramps, I slept a bit (had a nightmare--second one) and gave up at 5:45. I guess nightmares are my new thing, had one camping too.
The overthinking is in full force now.
Well it's time to head for work. Feeling pretty good about today. But it is still dark out, the light could change that...
Oh yeah....I remembered the notes I wrote..to put in his wallet, to put with his lunch. I was doing every thing I could think of to be that wife he wanted. If that wasn't enough we will never make it, because I gave all I have. I need the why.
Slept worse than usual...when I wake up I blog in my head. I had to get up at 6 today so I didn't do this but in the future I am going to just come down and write it while I think it, I think I will get to sleep better.
First..that was a long blog so I am not up for re-reading it pardon me if I did mention this stuff, I feel like I forgot.
The night of, just hours before....I found out she was religious. I said "Why didn't you tell me that months ago? I would never have accused you of cheating with her..I KNOW you would never be with someone religious"....No comment from him. It kills me how easily he kept a straight face while lying.
Ugh...see now I forget what I forgot. There was more. Not necessarily even about the affair. Just points I wanted to make but think I got to rambling and never made the actual point I intended to.
Last night, I slept about 2 hours, woke up at 2:30 and then couldn't sleep. Finally fell back asleep and the cat woke me with her hacking at 4:30. Then I knew I had to get up at 6 and was having a hard time falling back asleep. I started having stomach cramps, I slept a bit (had a nightmare--second one) and gave up at 5:45. I guess nightmares are my new thing, had one camping too.
The overthinking is in full force now.
Well it's time to head for work. Feeling pretty good about today. But it is still dark out, the light could change that...
Oh yeah....I remembered the notes I wrote..to put in his wallet, to put with his lunch. I was doing every thing I could think of to be that wife he wanted. If that wasn't enough we will never make it, because I gave all I have. I need the why.
Tuesday, October 17, 2017
Hanging in there
The week mark has passed. It feels like so much longer. With the end of the week brought the beginning of overthinking. I guess the shock finally wore off. I don't like the overthinking. Shock was easier.
Ugh..there is so much I want to say, it feels a little daunting.
I will do what I do with everything overwhelming. Use my marathon training. Break it down into manageable pieces and when I am done it will have almost felt easy.
First. I am driving myself crazy with questions. With visions. If I ask then the visions stop, the wondering silenced. I still don't know if the answers he gives are true but I have to try to believe. He has already been caught in a lie since the big reveal. A dumb lie. A lie to "protect me". Will he ever understand I don't need protection, I need truth. I knew he had gone to see her, I knew it was while I worked. I remembered a day not too long ago that he had claimed he was going back to sleep after I left for work. I remember thinking "Wow, he must really not feel good to nap at 9:30 am". He rarely naps, rarer to go back to bed, maybe a catnap on the sofa for 15 minutes, but never back to bed. I texted him at noon. No response. I waited, retexted. Called. Texted how worried I was. Remember...overthinker here! I had an aunt have an aneurysm while taking a nap, she survived only because her boyfriend checked on her. His dad died in his 40's. He NEVER doesn't respond for so long to my texts. I was trying to calm myself but was really scared. My next break he claimed he had just woken up and was out in the bird room checking on them when I texted and that my break was over by the time he saw it. It didn't sit right, but he doesn't lie to me. So after the truth came out, I had asked him about this. "Were you really with her?" Complete denial, not even his usual "I don't remember". Days later I ask him again. Now I am holding his phone and my phone and tell him I will be going day by day, text by text comparing where he was with where he said he was. He realizes I will find the truth and confesses. I go INSANE. There's rage and violence that scares me. I know it's bad for me physically. I can not stop myself. This has to be the end. This is hours before our first counseling and I don't even know if I want to go. This seems like the end. One of my friends talks me off the ledge. "It won't hurt to go to the session. You can still leave if you decide otherwise." My anger is so palpable, so visible. And I am scared. I didn't want the therapist to see this. I am so afraid she will see that it's over.
We sit in the waiting area. He cries. I am angry. His crying does help. His pain can not be faked--I believe this almost completely. I don't think I really believe anything fully anymore. I ask him later why he cried. I need answers to every question I think of. I don't hold back. Even questions I am afraid to ask. He says he looked over and just saw how much pain he has caused me/us and just wants it to stop.
Therapy goes as I suspect. I do most of the talking. Some crying. Some cursing. She listens. Asks questions. He hesitates or uses the "I don't remember". She calls him on his bullshit. It's nice to have someone else say "Really?!?" and she did. With the same disbelief that I sometimes have. The unsaid -- "you think this is time for bullshit?".
She asks what each of us wants from a relationship. I have only one desire. Honesty. She presses the issue as if I am only saying that because it's the one thing I don't get. Surely I must want something else. I stop. I think. No, that is all I want. I explain the rest comes naturally. If someone is honest I will get all I need. I will get the affection I want. The love I want. The respect I want. I don't want any of that unless it comes from honesty. I don't want "Fake" anything. Give what you want to give, if it isn't enough, I will go from the there. I just want honesty.
I'm not even sure he got to answer, because she pressed it with me so much.
The session starts to conclude. I tell her I think he needs to work on him and find a why before WE continue. It seems useless to go in week after week and rehash this without that answer. She disagrees. I explain I am more than willing to do couple's therapy just think it's a few weeks away. She also thinks he needs a male therapist because of his dad dying when he was so young. She wants us doing this simultaneously and even states she may want to see each of us alone at some point. She makes it sound less than hopeful that the end result will be us together and she makes the road sound really long, nearly endless.
I feel defeated. It wasn't what I want to hear. I try to understand that she may be cautious about giving false hope and just wanting to establish that the work won't be easy. I feel like I made it clear I knew that and just think she could have dialed it back a bit. You can be a realist and not give false hope.
Dave and I discuss this and realize we both agree, it isn't me reading her wrong. He feels the same way. We decide we need another opinion. We think we may go to another couple's therapist and then realize we can ask a relative of his who is a professional. She agrees that every path is different for every couple and we need to do what we think works for us. We discuss at length and decide he will see a guy and we will see where to go from there. We will more than likely not go back to her. I trust my instinct from her original message "I'm so and so. Please leave your number...Have a blessed day". The word "blessed" makes me cringe and I almost hadn't left my number. At the end of our session she said she usually recommends blah blah book but it has a Christian message and feels it isn't ...hesitating "right for you two at this point". Is she going to try to convert us? Both of us had filled at our paperwork indicating that we were not affiliated with any religion. I used words like "rock hard cock" "fucking whore" and had tried to gauge a reaction. Would I ever really feel comfortable with her? Probably not. If we need couple's therapy, we will find someone else. I do believe we will but still believe we aren't there yet. I am also becoming more convinced, it may be time to find myself some help. I still have lots of mother issues.
It has been over a week since I have heard from my mother. Is that normal? She had called (she never calls and didn't know yet, it was about a sick aunt) and left a voicemail. I texted her a brief synopsis and told her to get the details from my sister and that I didn't want to talk about it with her. She had texted me back: I understand, I'm here if you need to talk. I love you. And that is the last I have heard from her. Is it me? That isn't how I would handle this. I try to think of what world this seems like the appropriate way to deal with your daughter. She knows I have had bad depression in the past few months. She knows of the fleeting suicidal thoughts I have had. Is she really as selfish as I tell myself she is? I tend to think things and dismiss them as me being overly dramatic. I remember saying at work a couple weeks ago, something along the lines of "Not even sure my marriage will survive" and thinking.."God, I am such a drama queen, why did I say that? I don't believe that. I just want someone to feel sorry for me right now". And I thought I did the same thing with my mom. I thought I just wanted empathy for having a shitty mom. Other moms are way worse. I am just blowing things out of proportion. I just wanted too much. But do I? All you moms out there...your daughter, with a history of recently discussing driving her car into a concrete wall, tells you her husband is cheating and doesn't want to talk....how much space do you give her? Do you even give her any? I mean, I don't expect a call. But a text? Just a "Hey, hope you are ok. I'm here." She doesn't even have to expect a response, let me know, your sister is keeping me posted or your dad is keeping me updated through your fb posts. But, something...right?? Is this manipulative of me? Do I NEED to ask my MOTHER to be motherly?
That brings me to blame. I want to have a part in this affair. I need to feel I could have done something differently. But I go over it and over it. After the near miss 4 years ago (have I blogged about this? Quick recap...innocently (as in I had NO IDEA he was doing anything wrong) found a secret email to a former coworker that bordered on inappropriate. The pattern of him trying to rescue a woman in an unhappy marriage. I focussed on the lies part because everyone said I was overreacting, he wouldn't cheat..and she was 3000 miles away. You are making too much out of it. There were many lies uncovered 4 years ago. Everything we did then to "fix it", we are doing now. The deja vu is a little rough. I explained how things HAVE to end differently this time. He even read self help books then. It wasn't enough, it didn't answer the why...because he still denied there would have ever been anything inappropriate and only accepted responsibility for the lies). It think everyone believes me now.)
Anyway...after that...I did everything in my power to be the partner he needed. He needs affection. I am a man. I come home, throw the keys down and chill. I have made a HUGE effort to hug and kiss him almost immediately. At the same time, thinking this is a bit unfair to lay all of the blame on me. If you need something from me...ask me. I have always said that and have never denied him anything. But then..he doesn't ask. I didn't fall into complacency. It's been 4 years. I wrote him a poem on 7-28. AFTER he was cheating on me. I have propositioned him in the middle of the day. I have continued showing him love and asking if he needs anything. I have tried to keep us from getting bored; museum trips, wine tastings, listening to cover bands live, zoos, hiking, day trips....pushing him to get a bicycle, pushing him to go out with his friends, pushing him to volunteer. I do not believe there is anything I could have done to prevent this.
And at the same time, I am somewhat culpable. I now know the timeline. Once my brain fog cleared, I realized I don't need the actual texts, I have logs. I went on to our cell bills and it's clear as day as to when it began. I even remember my son pointing out "Dave went from thinking texting is stupid, to texting more than I do" Did HE figure it out before me? He still doesn't know. Not his burden to deal with. If we separate, I will tell him then. Anyway. Timeline shows texting started mid May, with a week to 10 day lapse before our anniversary. This brought me some relief. Maybe they were still just friends then and the anniversary caused him to stop, realizing it wasn't right (yes, i asked, no, he doesn't remember). He claims he even wanted to propose again, because his original proposal was so lame and unromantic and un-Dave like. But then about 2 days after they resume (I assume still innocent at this point...as innocent as lying about texting a woman can be.) So he went from 50 texts a month to 4500 in September. And, I love this, "You have to remember that 1 text sometimes sent as 4"...oh so 1000 texts is better? 500 ok? How about ONE fucking text saying you love another woman more than me is too fucking many.....He told me he tried to stop it once...couldn't remember when or for how long. Thank you bill....it was just after the cruise (he texted her the entire time we were away) and it was for ONE FUCKING DAY...you really tried, hunh? Is that the amount of effort you will put into rebuilding our relationship (yes, I asked that question, he acknowledges perhaps trying really hard may have been an overstatement). Calls, too. Love paper trails...they don't lie.
So how does this help? I tried to find the message I sent reaching out to a therapist to give me a timeline on my depression. Couldn't find it. But then I happened upon a blog post. Written after what was an unusually long bout of "hormonal" depression, when I realized, perhaps, it wasn't hormones, it was actual depression. This is when I think his texts to her became inappropriate (MORE than just a lie). And, sorry, but your wife being depressed is not an excuseable reason to step out on a marriage. But I want to take the blame anyway. I have now told him. Instead of hurting me, did it ever dawn on you to HELP me? To try to reach through my depression? To ask me to understand? "You were so withdrawn" "You weren't here" Did you TRY to reach me? No, you didn't. Because I remember conversations about this. Me crying to him, that I hated being sad and that I was scared he would grow tired of seeing me this way and he LIED, he said "I will always be here, you can't drive me away" and once I was better it changed to "Yes, it was really hard" And again, I was scared, him admitting it was hard made me scared there'd be another, longer bout that he couldn't handle, but he reassured me...as he "fell in love" with her. He told me he'd be there. Did I mention she's married? Trying to leave her husband. Sound familiar? I don't really think you need to be a licensed therapist to see the connections...three times he has done this (including me), that I know of. Still doesn't answer, WHY? He could have helped both of us, but chose to help himself. Would I have responded to help? I don't know. But minimally he could have offered a gentle shove towards a therapist, knowing there was a good chance that I would be needing one thanks to him. He claims he never wanted me to know. Yet also claims it was not going to go anywhere. And also claims it wouldn't have lasted forever. Can't tell me how he pictured it concluding. But, somehow, KNOWS it ended with us together. None of this is logical. My brain runs millions of scenarios and only ends with them eventually having sex. He insists it never would have happened. I remind him he also told me that 4 years ago wouldn't have turned into an emotional affair and I think we all know now it would have. This reminds me. I will be blogging about my thoughts and actions regarding sex in a separate blog. This is so those who are related to him or those uncomfortable with that much honesty can avoid it. It won't be graphic or X rated. But I feel it is necessary. I know there are other women who are going through or have gone through or who may go through this and they will want to know what is the "right" thing to do and I know there isn't a right way, but maybe they are curious how someone else dealt with it. And I will share my path.
This is the hardest part for me (is it really? I don't know). Why is he still here? A sense of obligation? A sense of guilt? Yes, I have asked. But these are things that only time can show the true answers, because his words still mean nothing. Yes he is here. Yes it would have been soooo much easier and more pleasant to go to her. He must really want me, not her. But I am way too scared to believe that. I have concocted some stupid ass ways to try to find a way to believe this. I wanted, felt I needed, to know would she take him back? I became obsessed with knowing this answer. Then I wanted her to believe he wanted her back, partly to see if he would lie to her, knowing it would hurt her to give me this closure. He would. My bff pointed out how this could backfire in a big way and I tried to stop wanting this answer. But still I concoct ways to get her to believe he wants her back so I can get this answer. And, part of me...just wants her to be waiting there, longing and hurting...and hoping...and be crushed when she finds out he will never come. And then the guilt comes. Guilt about hurting a person...even a home wrecking whore...guilt, knowing she already hurts. Shame that he will think less of me for wanting to hurt her so badly. Oh...side story...
My bff has an evil side...comparable to my thoughts but willing to act. He did this for another friend that was cheated on. I sometimes thought it was over the top, but still believed a woman who knowingly cheats with a married man gets only what she deserves. Play with fire and all that. So he had an idea. To visit her at work. I did not discourage him. I sat in the car, nervous as shit. Dave knew. We almost fought over this. I did not want him defending her in any way. When I reminded he we weren't doing anything illegal and that she shouldn't have messed around with a married man without considering the risks, he relented and conceded it wouldn't kill her. So my friend strolled in, walked right to the gluten free bread, straight to the register...super friendly she smiles "You must have been here before, you know exactly what you want" He pays, waits for his change and says "Yes, I do. I wanted to see what a home wrecking whore looked like in person and frankly, I am not impressed". Her face instantly dropped and she walked away from the register. She is an associate. This is a slow store. It would be just her and the manager on duty. She would have to recover quickly or explain what happened. This visual makes me happy. It makes me sad that I can take pleasure in her pain, but it feels like control. And I control nothing. My friend tells me I control everything at this point, but do I? He can still leave. He can still be lying. He can be here for all of the wrong reasons and this can end in the future at his hand. I am NOT in control.
Boy I have written a lot. And yes it still helps. If you are still reading, I am amazed and assume someone has hurt you. Maybe my honesty can alleviate your guilt at your evil thoughts.
Here's a funny story to elevate the mood:
Monday morning, no sleep, a telemarketer calls. I am sobbing hysterically. I answer. "Is this Ann?"
"Yes it is, sob and my marriage is fucking falling apart..sob...do you think I need this call right now? Do you think you could not call me again? sob..." silence " well? Do you think you could fucking do that? Can you put me on your no call list? sob" "yes, I will" click. It felt so good. Why? Who knows... even with all going that I was going through...my sick sense of humor is there to assist.
Dave has always said I am unique and there is no one else like me. That I believe is true. I am one weird motherfucker!
So he's had his solo therapy. I will not share his details. He says I can. I won't. That's for him. If we get an answer, and he's ok with me sharing it, I will. He's got a bunch of books he found from some online research. Again...deja vu... I won't let that be enough. We need to know why or we will never survive.
We went camping last night. We had gone camping about a month ago...just after his failed attempt to end it. I guess I am a get back on the horse kinda gal. If I don't do something it will linger in my mind and grow so big I won't be able to tackle it. Lessons learned in therapy past. It's why I had to kiss him that first night. I had to do it and take away the power of knowing how hard that first kiss would be. It couldn't haunt me. I slept like shit...about the same as I have been. 5-6 hours and that's it. Doesn't matter if I take benadryl, ambien or nothing....5-6 hours. I need more. I know I do. I am trying to keep up with naps. I could nap for 2 hours before...I barely make it an hour now. God our bodies are weird, why does it deprive me now when I need it most?
Had my first nightmare last night. It was him, but I was calling him "Michael"...he was basically trying to die....suicide by cop. I kept screaming at him to stop...he pulled a gun on a cop. At first I had thought he didn't realize what he was doing and then it dawned on me...it was deliberate...his only escape from me was to die. And that is my brain. At first it wanted to protect me...I was in so much denial, still believing he wouldn't do this to me. I blocked out all of those first 6 hours... whatever he said must have been right...or is my brain protecting me so I can try? That's where that first blog helps...I remember the certainty I felt that this is real and we can survive. I will cling to that until something shows me otherwise.
The first week I was scheduled to work every other day. That wasn't working. Up and down. Work was not a relief, not a distraction...hispanic women everywhere...the two cheating co workers, begging me to punch them, the love songs...the hispanic songs (we are a 40% hispanic music store)...the visions of how many times I worked while he was with her. It was hell. The first night was Tuesday...I made it the whole 6 hours. The next shift was to be 7...I made it 4 1/2. The next one 7 again, with a 6 hour shift scheduled the next day...I tried to get one of those shifts covered starting Thursday, knowing I could not do two in a row. I only made it 4 1/2 and to make matters worse...the only management there that day was the 2 cheaters and I didn't even WORK those 4 1/2 hours, I took a couple breaks, maybe working 2 1/2 hours (and my work ethic just doesn't allow me to do that...I don't need work guilt too!...that evening I called and found someone to work the next day. This allowed me 3 days in a row off...it was instant relief. Tomorrow will be my first day back again...I feel much more capable. I should have taken days off last week. This was a trauma, as real, if not as "important", as a death. Tomorrow is 6 1/2 and then it's an easy 5, day off a 4, a 6 and then 4 days in a row off. I can manage this. I am struggling with what to do about him getting a job.
Part of me knows he should just get a job, anything. The whole money thing is a long blog for another day, it's my issue trusting he has never been here because I can provide a comfy life. We have A LOT of money in our savings. At first I was desperate he never have any of it. He agreed to putting it all in my name...that won't matter...California doesn't care. Now I teeter back and forth...spend it all now, so there won't be any to split...or don't spend it...try to hide it from him...(he still claims he won't take any, no matter what the state would allow--but he's a confirmed liar). I think I'd need it to start over. I think we still need it to be able to fully retire sooner...and then I think "Fuck him, he can work forever"....so god knows what I will do regarding this...but I know I will take care of me right now and if that means working less and using savings...so fucking be it....if that means I want an Egg Mcmuffin after hiking, when I have lost 4 or 5 pounds and haven't wanted to eat...then fuck it...I am getting one...money be damned...and I did ...and it was so fucking good!!
Well speaking of food dinner is about ready....thank you for reading....how curious are you for that sex post?? Can you wait? It could be a few days....my fingers are beat! :P
Ugh..there is so much I want to say, it feels a little daunting.
I will do what I do with everything overwhelming. Use my marathon training. Break it down into manageable pieces and when I am done it will have almost felt easy.
First. I am driving myself crazy with questions. With visions. If I ask then the visions stop, the wondering silenced. I still don't know if the answers he gives are true but I have to try to believe. He has already been caught in a lie since the big reveal. A dumb lie. A lie to "protect me". Will he ever understand I don't need protection, I need truth. I knew he had gone to see her, I knew it was while I worked. I remembered a day not too long ago that he had claimed he was going back to sleep after I left for work. I remember thinking "Wow, he must really not feel good to nap at 9:30 am". He rarely naps, rarer to go back to bed, maybe a catnap on the sofa for 15 minutes, but never back to bed. I texted him at noon. No response. I waited, retexted. Called. Texted how worried I was. Remember...overthinker here! I had an aunt have an aneurysm while taking a nap, she survived only because her boyfriend checked on her. His dad died in his 40's. He NEVER doesn't respond for so long to my texts. I was trying to calm myself but was really scared. My next break he claimed he had just woken up and was out in the bird room checking on them when I texted and that my break was over by the time he saw it. It didn't sit right, but he doesn't lie to me. So after the truth came out, I had asked him about this. "Were you really with her?" Complete denial, not even his usual "I don't remember". Days later I ask him again. Now I am holding his phone and my phone and tell him I will be going day by day, text by text comparing where he was with where he said he was. He realizes I will find the truth and confesses. I go INSANE. There's rage and violence that scares me. I know it's bad for me physically. I can not stop myself. This has to be the end. This is hours before our first counseling and I don't even know if I want to go. This seems like the end. One of my friends talks me off the ledge. "It won't hurt to go to the session. You can still leave if you decide otherwise." My anger is so palpable, so visible. And I am scared. I didn't want the therapist to see this. I am so afraid she will see that it's over.
We sit in the waiting area. He cries. I am angry. His crying does help. His pain can not be faked--I believe this almost completely. I don't think I really believe anything fully anymore. I ask him later why he cried. I need answers to every question I think of. I don't hold back. Even questions I am afraid to ask. He says he looked over and just saw how much pain he has caused me/us and just wants it to stop.
Therapy goes as I suspect. I do most of the talking. Some crying. Some cursing. She listens. Asks questions. He hesitates or uses the "I don't remember". She calls him on his bullshit. It's nice to have someone else say "Really?!?" and she did. With the same disbelief that I sometimes have. The unsaid -- "you think this is time for bullshit?".
She asks what each of us wants from a relationship. I have only one desire. Honesty. She presses the issue as if I am only saying that because it's the one thing I don't get. Surely I must want something else. I stop. I think. No, that is all I want. I explain the rest comes naturally. If someone is honest I will get all I need. I will get the affection I want. The love I want. The respect I want. I don't want any of that unless it comes from honesty. I don't want "Fake" anything. Give what you want to give, if it isn't enough, I will go from the there. I just want honesty.
I'm not even sure he got to answer, because she pressed it with me so much.
The session starts to conclude. I tell her I think he needs to work on him and find a why before WE continue. It seems useless to go in week after week and rehash this without that answer. She disagrees. I explain I am more than willing to do couple's therapy just think it's a few weeks away. She also thinks he needs a male therapist because of his dad dying when he was so young. She wants us doing this simultaneously and even states she may want to see each of us alone at some point. She makes it sound less than hopeful that the end result will be us together and she makes the road sound really long, nearly endless.
I feel defeated. It wasn't what I want to hear. I try to understand that she may be cautious about giving false hope and just wanting to establish that the work won't be easy. I feel like I made it clear I knew that and just think she could have dialed it back a bit. You can be a realist and not give false hope.
Dave and I discuss this and realize we both agree, it isn't me reading her wrong. He feels the same way. We decide we need another opinion. We think we may go to another couple's therapist and then realize we can ask a relative of his who is a professional. She agrees that every path is different for every couple and we need to do what we think works for us. We discuss at length and decide he will see a guy and we will see where to go from there. We will more than likely not go back to her. I trust my instinct from her original message "I'm so and so. Please leave your number...Have a blessed day". The word "blessed" makes me cringe and I almost hadn't left my number. At the end of our session she said she usually recommends blah blah book but it has a Christian message and feels it isn't ...hesitating "right for you two at this point". Is she going to try to convert us? Both of us had filled at our paperwork indicating that we were not affiliated with any religion. I used words like "rock hard cock" "fucking whore" and had tried to gauge a reaction. Would I ever really feel comfortable with her? Probably not. If we need couple's therapy, we will find someone else. I do believe we will but still believe we aren't there yet. I am also becoming more convinced, it may be time to find myself some help. I still have lots of mother issues.
It has been over a week since I have heard from my mother. Is that normal? She had called (she never calls and didn't know yet, it was about a sick aunt) and left a voicemail. I texted her a brief synopsis and told her to get the details from my sister and that I didn't want to talk about it with her. She had texted me back: I understand, I'm here if you need to talk. I love you. And that is the last I have heard from her. Is it me? That isn't how I would handle this. I try to think of what world this seems like the appropriate way to deal with your daughter. She knows I have had bad depression in the past few months. She knows of the fleeting suicidal thoughts I have had. Is she really as selfish as I tell myself she is? I tend to think things and dismiss them as me being overly dramatic. I remember saying at work a couple weeks ago, something along the lines of "Not even sure my marriage will survive" and thinking.."God, I am such a drama queen, why did I say that? I don't believe that. I just want someone to feel sorry for me right now". And I thought I did the same thing with my mom. I thought I just wanted empathy for having a shitty mom. Other moms are way worse. I am just blowing things out of proportion. I just wanted too much. But do I? All you moms out there...your daughter, with a history of recently discussing driving her car into a concrete wall, tells you her husband is cheating and doesn't want to talk....how much space do you give her? Do you even give her any? I mean, I don't expect a call. But a text? Just a "Hey, hope you are ok. I'm here." She doesn't even have to expect a response, let me know, your sister is keeping me posted or your dad is keeping me updated through your fb posts. But, something...right?? Is this manipulative of me? Do I NEED to ask my MOTHER to be motherly?
That brings me to blame. I want to have a part in this affair. I need to feel I could have done something differently. But I go over it and over it. After the near miss 4 years ago (have I blogged about this? Quick recap...innocently (as in I had NO IDEA he was doing anything wrong) found a secret email to a former coworker that bordered on inappropriate. The pattern of him trying to rescue a woman in an unhappy marriage. I focussed on the lies part because everyone said I was overreacting, he wouldn't cheat..and she was 3000 miles away. You are making too much out of it. There were many lies uncovered 4 years ago. Everything we did then to "fix it", we are doing now. The deja vu is a little rough. I explained how things HAVE to end differently this time. He even read self help books then. It wasn't enough, it didn't answer the why...because he still denied there would have ever been anything inappropriate and only accepted responsibility for the lies). It think everyone believes me now.)
Anyway...after that...I did everything in my power to be the partner he needed. He needs affection. I am a man. I come home, throw the keys down and chill. I have made a HUGE effort to hug and kiss him almost immediately. At the same time, thinking this is a bit unfair to lay all of the blame on me. If you need something from me...ask me. I have always said that and have never denied him anything. But then..he doesn't ask. I didn't fall into complacency. It's been 4 years. I wrote him a poem on 7-28. AFTER he was cheating on me. I have propositioned him in the middle of the day. I have continued showing him love and asking if he needs anything. I have tried to keep us from getting bored; museum trips, wine tastings, listening to cover bands live, zoos, hiking, day trips....pushing him to get a bicycle, pushing him to go out with his friends, pushing him to volunteer. I do not believe there is anything I could have done to prevent this.
And at the same time, I am somewhat culpable. I now know the timeline. Once my brain fog cleared, I realized I don't need the actual texts, I have logs. I went on to our cell bills and it's clear as day as to when it began. I even remember my son pointing out "Dave went from thinking texting is stupid, to texting more than I do" Did HE figure it out before me? He still doesn't know. Not his burden to deal with. If we separate, I will tell him then. Anyway. Timeline shows texting started mid May, with a week to 10 day lapse before our anniversary. This brought me some relief. Maybe they were still just friends then and the anniversary caused him to stop, realizing it wasn't right (yes, i asked, no, he doesn't remember). He claims he even wanted to propose again, because his original proposal was so lame and unromantic and un-Dave like. But then about 2 days after they resume (I assume still innocent at this point...as innocent as lying about texting a woman can be.) So he went from 50 texts a month to 4500 in September. And, I love this, "You have to remember that 1 text sometimes sent as 4"...oh so 1000 texts is better? 500 ok? How about ONE fucking text saying you love another woman more than me is too fucking many.....He told me he tried to stop it once...couldn't remember when or for how long. Thank you bill....it was just after the cruise (he texted her the entire time we were away) and it was for ONE FUCKING DAY...you really tried, hunh? Is that the amount of effort you will put into rebuilding our relationship (yes, I asked that question, he acknowledges perhaps trying really hard may have been an overstatement). Calls, too. Love paper trails...they don't lie.
So how does this help? I tried to find the message I sent reaching out to a therapist to give me a timeline on my depression. Couldn't find it. But then I happened upon a blog post. Written after what was an unusually long bout of "hormonal" depression, when I realized, perhaps, it wasn't hormones, it was actual depression. This is when I think his texts to her became inappropriate (MORE than just a lie). And, sorry, but your wife being depressed is not an excuseable reason to step out on a marriage. But I want to take the blame anyway. I have now told him. Instead of hurting me, did it ever dawn on you to HELP me? To try to reach through my depression? To ask me to understand? "You were so withdrawn" "You weren't here" Did you TRY to reach me? No, you didn't. Because I remember conversations about this. Me crying to him, that I hated being sad and that I was scared he would grow tired of seeing me this way and he LIED, he said "I will always be here, you can't drive me away" and once I was better it changed to "Yes, it was really hard" And again, I was scared, him admitting it was hard made me scared there'd be another, longer bout that he couldn't handle, but he reassured me...as he "fell in love" with her. He told me he'd be there. Did I mention she's married? Trying to leave her husband. Sound familiar? I don't really think you need to be a licensed therapist to see the connections...three times he has done this (including me), that I know of. Still doesn't answer, WHY? He could have helped both of us, but chose to help himself. Would I have responded to help? I don't know. But minimally he could have offered a gentle shove towards a therapist, knowing there was a good chance that I would be needing one thanks to him. He claims he never wanted me to know. Yet also claims it was not going to go anywhere. And also claims it wouldn't have lasted forever. Can't tell me how he pictured it concluding. But, somehow, KNOWS it ended with us together. None of this is logical. My brain runs millions of scenarios and only ends with them eventually having sex. He insists it never would have happened. I remind him he also told me that 4 years ago wouldn't have turned into an emotional affair and I think we all know now it would have. This reminds me. I will be blogging about my thoughts and actions regarding sex in a separate blog. This is so those who are related to him or those uncomfortable with that much honesty can avoid it. It won't be graphic or X rated. But I feel it is necessary. I know there are other women who are going through or have gone through or who may go through this and they will want to know what is the "right" thing to do and I know there isn't a right way, but maybe they are curious how someone else dealt with it. And I will share my path.
This is the hardest part for me (is it really? I don't know). Why is he still here? A sense of obligation? A sense of guilt? Yes, I have asked. But these are things that only time can show the true answers, because his words still mean nothing. Yes he is here. Yes it would have been soooo much easier and more pleasant to go to her. He must really want me, not her. But I am way too scared to believe that. I have concocted some stupid ass ways to try to find a way to believe this. I wanted, felt I needed, to know would she take him back? I became obsessed with knowing this answer. Then I wanted her to believe he wanted her back, partly to see if he would lie to her, knowing it would hurt her to give me this closure. He would. My bff pointed out how this could backfire in a big way and I tried to stop wanting this answer. But still I concoct ways to get her to believe he wants her back so I can get this answer. And, part of me...just wants her to be waiting there, longing and hurting...and hoping...and be crushed when she finds out he will never come. And then the guilt comes. Guilt about hurting a person...even a home wrecking whore...guilt, knowing she already hurts. Shame that he will think less of me for wanting to hurt her so badly. Oh...side story...
My bff has an evil side...comparable to my thoughts but willing to act. He did this for another friend that was cheated on. I sometimes thought it was over the top, but still believed a woman who knowingly cheats with a married man gets only what she deserves. Play with fire and all that. So he had an idea. To visit her at work. I did not discourage him. I sat in the car, nervous as shit. Dave knew. We almost fought over this. I did not want him defending her in any way. When I reminded he we weren't doing anything illegal and that she shouldn't have messed around with a married man without considering the risks, he relented and conceded it wouldn't kill her. So my friend strolled in, walked right to the gluten free bread, straight to the register...super friendly she smiles "You must have been here before, you know exactly what you want" He pays, waits for his change and says "Yes, I do. I wanted to see what a home wrecking whore looked like in person and frankly, I am not impressed". Her face instantly dropped and she walked away from the register. She is an associate. This is a slow store. It would be just her and the manager on duty. She would have to recover quickly or explain what happened. This visual makes me happy. It makes me sad that I can take pleasure in her pain, but it feels like control. And I control nothing. My friend tells me I control everything at this point, but do I? He can still leave. He can still be lying. He can be here for all of the wrong reasons and this can end in the future at his hand. I am NOT in control.
Boy I have written a lot. And yes it still helps. If you are still reading, I am amazed and assume someone has hurt you. Maybe my honesty can alleviate your guilt at your evil thoughts.
Here's a funny story to elevate the mood:
Monday morning, no sleep, a telemarketer calls. I am sobbing hysterically. I answer. "Is this Ann?"
"Yes it is, sob and my marriage is fucking falling apart..sob...do you think I need this call right now? Do you think you could not call me again? sob..." silence " well? Do you think you could fucking do that? Can you put me on your no call list? sob" "yes, I will" click. It felt so good. Why? Who knows... even with all going that I was going through...my sick sense of humor is there to assist.
Dave has always said I am unique and there is no one else like me. That I believe is true. I am one weird motherfucker!
So he's had his solo therapy. I will not share his details. He says I can. I won't. That's for him. If we get an answer, and he's ok with me sharing it, I will. He's got a bunch of books he found from some online research. Again...deja vu... I won't let that be enough. We need to know why or we will never survive.
We went camping last night. We had gone camping about a month ago...just after his failed attempt to end it. I guess I am a get back on the horse kinda gal. If I don't do something it will linger in my mind and grow so big I won't be able to tackle it. Lessons learned in therapy past. It's why I had to kiss him that first night. I had to do it and take away the power of knowing how hard that first kiss would be. It couldn't haunt me. I slept like shit...about the same as I have been. 5-6 hours and that's it. Doesn't matter if I take benadryl, ambien or nothing....5-6 hours. I need more. I know I do. I am trying to keep up with naps. I could nap for 2 hours before...I barely make it an hour now. God our bodies are weird, why does it deprive me now when I need it most?
Had my first nightmare last night. It was him, but I was calling him "Michael"...he was basically trying to die....suicide by cop. I kept screaming at him to stop...he pulled a gun on a cop. At first I had thought he didn't realize what he was doing and then it dawned on me...it was deliberate...his only escape from me was to die. And that is my brain. At first it wanted to protect me...I was in so much denial, still believing he wouldn't do this to me. I blocked out all of those first 6 hours... whatever he said must have been right...or is my brain protecting me so I can try? That's where that first blog helps...I remember the certainty I felt that this is real and we can survive. I will cling to that until something shows me otherwise.
The first week I was scheduled to work every other day. That wasn't working. Up and down. Work was not a relief, not a distraction...hispanic women everywhere...the two cheating co workers, begging me to punch them, the love songs...the hispanic songs (we are a 40% hispanic music store)...the visions of how many times I worked while he was with her. It was hell. The first night was Tuesday...I made it the whole 6 hours. The next shift was to be 7...I made it 4 1/2. The next one 7 again, with a 6 hour shift scheduled the next day...I tried to get one of those shifts covered starting Thursday, knowing I could not do two in a row. I only made it 4 1/2 and to make matters worse...the only management there that day was the 2 cheaters and I didn't even WORK those 4 1/2 hours, I took a couple breaks, maybe working 2 1/2 hours (and my work ethic just doesn't allow me to do that...I don't need work guilt too!...that evening I called and found someone to work the next day. This allowed me 3 days in a row off...it was instant relief. Tomorrow will be my first day back again...I feel much more capable. I should have taken days off last week. This was a trauma, as real, if not as "important", as a death. Tomorrow is 6 1/2 and then it's an easy 5, day off a 4, a 6 and then 4 days in a row off. I can manage this. I am struggling with what to do about him getting a job.
Part of me knows he should just get a job, anything. The whole money thing is a long blog for another day, it's my issue trusting he has never been here because I can provide a comfy life. We have A LOT of money in our savings. At first I was desperate he never have any of it. He agreed to putting it all in my name...that won't matter...California doesn't care. Now I teeter back and forth...spend it all now, so there won't be any to split...or don't spend it...try to hide it from him...(he still claims he won't take any, no matter what the state would allow--but he's a confirmed liar). I think I'd need it to start over. I think we still need it to be able to fully retire sooner...and then I think "Fuck him, he can work forever"....so god knows what I will do regarding this...but I know I will take care of me right now and if that means working less and using savings...so fucking be it....if that means I want an Egg Mcmuffin after hiking, when I have lost 4 or 5 pounds and haven't wanted to eat...then fuck it...I am getting one...money be damned...and I did ...and it was so fucking good!!
Well speaking of food dinner is about ready....thank you for reading....how curious are you for that sex post?? Can you wait? It could be a few days....my fingers are beat! :P
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