Not radical honesty though, I still utilize some tact, I can be real without being mean about it.
Someone else called it radical honesty, but I don’t think that’s what we are actually practicing. We have tact with each other. I am not a wife that will ask things like does these pants make my ass look big or things like that. And neither of us are very critical people. All I mean is you tell the truth when asked a question and you keep the other informed about all the things that might impact the other- so that would include things like spending, bigger decisions, being vulnerable enough to share when we are hurt, disappointed, if you have expectations of the other you can’t just not say and then hold it against them, etc. and of course if there was anything fidelity related. It’s hard to picture that sort of honesty as radical. Moreso, it’s a demonstration of respect and consideration.
And if you’re remotely considering pulling the rug, then maybe this last untruth isn’t the full issue. Doubts happen too, I think that’s part of every relationship every day.
I thought it to be certainly an option, I have calmed down from that. To me, this disclosure triggered a feeling of being out of the loop with my own life again and that’s what I see our promise to each other to be about.
I can understand a blanketed pardon because he forgot he took the AP to our favorite restaurant or bought her something I didn’t know about. I have the gist of the affair and it went on for so long I know there is a lot I can’t know, there is no way of filling in the gaps.
But this is not that. This is did I marry a liar and not know it? After all, I have blindly trusted him our whole marriage up until his affair. And even then part of me took into account that people who are traumatized by something will do things outside their character sometimes. That is part of the consequences of cheating in them.
This thing represents a willful lie he told that I can not relate to traumatizing him or me breaking a relationship. So it’s really put a crack in that post affair trust. There are implications here of did he lie to me about other stuff in the marriage and because it was easy to do so not something he remembers?
And some of that is exacerbated by the fact I didn’t even have the slightest inkling he was as having an affair. As bsr said, he was doing it in my home with our employee and didn’t leave a grace here so it does scare me that he is some sort of master compartmentalizer.
However, if I knew he’d been a liar the whole time and the work he did after his dday has moved him more towards answering things truthfully, then I think I can probably live with it, so in that way that pardon makes sense. If I have had a shitty husband all these years and was too naive to see it, does it matter if I don’t have a shitty husband now and we have an opportunity for the next 20-30 to be the things I want out of marriage? Probably not. And that’s why I think I am a little more watch a little more closely and wait and see.
This caused damage I can’t just logic my way out of it. I think I have been forced back into the gray until the clarity comes again over time. And it’s kind of devastating to feel like I am being put back in the sink hole of wait and see again.
I have to choose my day, my life every single morning when I wake up. That day by day thing you mentioned, for me, that’s living in the now. That concept has taken me a long damn time to actually…..live in the now.
I can appreciate that, at the same time, you know what it’s like to learn something years later, this is happening in the now. Sure, I don’t give a shit about the woman or what they did together. I don’t want details it wasn’t an affair, and I know we were so much younger and different then. I am more just a little messed up on what it means about trusting my own judgment.
As I said to Jason, I think a marriage actually does require pardons over time. It takes two good forgivers. It’s just where the hell is the line? I don’t know, doesn’t feel like we have crossed it but again my fear is more do I like being an ostrich with my head in the sand because I prefer optimism? I am far less flexible with that idea than I would have been before I had new expectations of myself.
[This message edited by hikingout at 7:02 PM, Sunday, October 13th]