I wanted to get back to this thread, but it’s hard for me to post during the work week.
Part of the reason this thread evoked an emotional response in me is that my husband’s AP ticks a lot of the boxes discussed here—a woman with a successful career, good family, nice husband, good life, great kids, but who likely had lost herself. When she and my husband caught feelings on a work trip they were both emotional wrecks in ways I have sympathy for. I have less sympathy for the way she spun the affair into an enlightenment/empowerment issue, and for the hypocrisy involved in completely disregarding my agency.
I don’t know if she’s done any kind of moral inventory or true self discovery since. She didn’t appear to be doing that in the first year+ after DDay, but she’s off the radar now, so who knows.
That’s not at the crux of my emotional response, though. What hit me hardest was the realization that my husband’s affair completely disrupted my own self discovery and path toward a full, healthy, mature long term partnership.
Like many women, I struggled to find or nurture myself in any meaningful way in the throes of raising kids, working, going through grad school, supporting my husband and his career, etc. In my late thirties, though, I started learning to do that. My husband and I grew in our relationship, becoming more honest, more nurturing and accepting of each other, more comfortable in our romantic and sexual partnership, etc. We were experiencing stressful circumstances outside our relationship at the time of his affair, but our general trend was that we were getting better with time. I was finding myself (slowly and imperfectly), and I was doing that in the context of our relationship.
Then his affair obliterated me.
Our self discovery has been so different in the wake. THAT’s what this thread brought up for me. My husband’s journey has not been easy, but it has given him a clarified vision of what he wants in our relationship and how to foster and pursue that. My discovery has been that of a person run over by a Mac truck, who finds that she can survive and heal. Coming up on five years I feel pretty healed overall. I feel proud of myself, and I like myself, and I’ve invested myself more deeply into things that match my values and interests. But that process of finding myself romantically and sexually in a true partnership with another human being? That was entirely derailed, and right now I’m trying to figure out what that looks like, because I don’t know.
That’s what was painful to me about this thread—feeling like people who have affairs can incorporate them into their sexual and romantic self discovery, while I had that form of self discovery set back to square one. Or square zero. I know that’s nowhere near a complete or accurate way of looking at it, but it was the feeling at the root of my emotional reaction. It’s a form of resentment I didn’t realize I had, and that I need to deal with to move forward.
I really appreciate your contributions to this thread, hiking out. Thank you again.
[This message edited by Grieving at 8:25 PM, Saturday, February 8th]