Hannah, I feel your post on many levels. Your description of Mrs. Reality made me cry. I am six years out and although there are good things left in this marriage, I carry the weight of the damage from all the stupid things my WH did in the wake of Discovery. I think I'm most hung up on the way he concealed what was really going on from me for almost two years, letting me believe that the recommitment, hysterical bonding, new M 2.0 version of us was true for both of us. I never had the information I needed to make an informed decision at the time, but always months or years in arears. It still disorients me to think of how many realities I have had to adjust to, or how many lies I have uncovered after so many promises that I had the truth.
The hardest reality is knowing that like you, I can't let the past go, and I can only wait for time to keep passing so it doesn't hurt so much. It's the little things that get me now - not being listened to when I'm telling him something and having him ask me what I jut told him...my mind immediately says I am not worth his attention, I can't compete with the tv or his emails, and then it goes there...I am not worth his honesty, being chosen over the OW, doing the work to help me feel safe.... the same sad rabbit hole. It is draining. I fell down it last night, and it took me hours to move past the emotions that were flooding me. It can take days to move past one stupid pointless conversation or tone deaf response from my negative EQ WH.
I have some chronic health issues that drag me down every day, and the mental issues from betrayal seem the harder burden to carry. My therapist has suggested some of my health issues may be betrayal related, and for some of them, maybe, but not the degenerative arthritis that began a decade before the betrayal. Before, pain was just something I adjusted to and worked around, because there are always good days and bad days and in between days. The betrayal is just there, constant, reminding me every day of the disparity in how we value each other and our marriage. I believed for decades that it was the same, but I have never been so wrong about a fundamental belief. I have worked hard to create an inner monologue that assures me my worth is not a reflection of his negligence, but that doesn't do much to stop the wishing I could have mattered more to someone I gave my all to, through better and worse. I have not found a way to stop loving him so much it hurts. It doesn't help the cynicism and sense of defeat that I will never again feel cherished or loved or respected the way I always hoped and believed I would be. I would give anything to let go of the disappointment and sense of loss, and I can't find a way, at least not yet. I did a huge healing process over the loss of my dad 15 years ago, and I'm working through my mother's death last year in the healthiest way I know how. I feel the progress with those losses, and although I miss them very often, the sadness is nothing compared to the sorrow I feel when I think of what became of my marriage, and the mockery it made of the life I thought we shared. I find my moments of joy and peace every day, but they are fleeting top notes. The sense of loss, the sadness, the scars, they are the bass beat to my day.
My IC thinks I need to just step back from trying so hard, trying to find a way to make this make sense, trying to find a way to reconnect or repair in a way that feels trustworthy, trying to research or talk my way to some destination that doesn't feel so pathetic, and I'm trying to let go of some of that trying. "You do not have a try problem, you try too hard too fix the things that are not yours to fix" and that truth bomb has invited another level of flatness, because I am a fixer, a doer, a process improvement facilitator and not trying my best is not even something I ever considered. If I have learned anything, it is that I did my very very best and it didn't matter one bit, or change anything about where we have ended up. All I can do is accept the shortcomings and stupid choices and warped version love I have discovered in my WH, and try to work with what remains.
There was a thread last year about the possibility that some BS's just cannot get over the hurt, because of the way we love and the way we are wired. I think about that a lot. It is a sad reality for some of us, I guess. I still think of them together, and of what my H almost threw away for cheap thrills every day and every night. I keep waiting to wake up and not remember right away. I have one of those perfect memories for every emotional moment in my life and it is a curse for me now.
Well, enough of my pity party. I feel your pain and your disappointment and understand that there are no adequate words to describe the pain or the damage. I went through this with my best friend, and I remember feeling so strongly that she needed to move on when she was so angry, and I feel so dumb now that I just had no idea, none at all.
I wonder how much my time spent here is keeping my wounds raw or picking at the scabs that won't heal, but I keep coming back just to know that I am not crazy, or unique or alone in this disorienting journey. I hear you and I feel you and I hope for better for us all.