Waxing - I really understand this.
I was very traumatised by my husbands choices. I discovered texts and initially I was strong and told him in no uncertain terms to sort out his shit and that I’m not being with him while he’s telling someone on another continent that she is his soulmate. I said if you are wanting to be with her then you can be with her. We can divorce. But he was cheating on her by telling her we are separated, yet he’s telling me he loves me.
I recognised he would eventually be disgusted by his actions. I am not a saint, I’ve lots of flaws and I’m rubbish at some things. But I immediately knew my husband would eventually regret his actions.
I remained strong for a while. Then I had a breakdown. This was mainly due to loss. I was in a bad way for around 15 months. My memory returned at around 19-20 months. Before that I was in a bad way. I had PTSD too.
As the trauma lifted I saw my husband as a pathetic individual. My self esteem didn’t waiver. I’ve done a lot of work on this, unknowingly, over the years. I never questioned my own value. I’m okay with me.
He has always had poor self worth and lacked self esteem. I had more faith and respect for him than apparently he had for himself. I loved him so very much. Even if it was hard due to young kids I always remembered why he was special. But he didn’t respect or value himself. He wanted cheap thrills with alcohol and ego boosting messages. I can’t respect that. And I will never love him like I did.
I wouldn’t have married him. He knows I would never have married him had he shared some details.
Now my love is spread round more people. I have tried to be a better person and solve my issues. Mainly surrounding loss. I have read a lot. Tried challenging myself. I chat to everyone, everywhere. I am trying to increase the size of my world slowly. I felt very isolated, I told no-one. Now I’m making my world gradually bigger. Snails pace really.
But I think cheating on your spouse doesn’t make someone desirable or sexy or smart or a prize. Cheating is so easy. I could hook up tomorrow, maybe even today. But what’s the point? It’s meaningless.
We are reconciling. Some days I like him. Some days I don’t. It changes with the wind. I tell him that. I don’t know where we will head. I’m watching.
I lost drive and motivation. A more I don’t give a crap attitude. I still say can’t be arsed some times. It cured my constant worrying. I rarely worry anymore. Funnily he was the laid back one - not anymore! He just hid it before and used my worry to eventually demonise me.
I realised my safety and security could be ripped apart by someone I would have protected to the end of the earth. I was stabbed in the back while he said I love you to my face. How can I not see that as pathetic. The childish messages purporting love. She was definitely his soul mate at the time. I agree with them. Two pathetic souls together.
I’m getting there. Husband is doing well in the main. Planning trips. He navigated Valentine’s Day very well and surprised me. Shame he let himself down so badly and lost what he had.
But last year I’d have joined you on your trip to California - hell I’d have helped buy the van.
[This message edited by Abcd89 at 11:14 AM, Thursday, February 15th]