I want to share a piece of my story with you, because I’ve been exactly where you are (BS not coping well). When my affair came to light, I wanted to save my marriage more than anything. More than that, I wanted to rebuild it into what it should have been all along, and I wanted to do it with him. But I had destroyed that man. On dday, I saw the agony etched into every inch of his body. I felt entirely responsible, because I was.
Because of that profound guilt, I tolerated an immense amount of reactive abuse. I faced name-calling, slut-shaming, pure rage, threats of a RA, and volatile outbursts. I felt I had a certain "duty" to bear the brunt of this at all costs.
As WS, I still believe we do have a responsibility to stand steady, face the music, and hold space for their massive, valid heartbreak. We have to be willing to sit in the fire we started and help them process the trauma. But there is a distinct, dangerous line between standing accountable and allowing yourself to be systematically destroyed.
For me, the bill came due a few years into R. The reactive pain eventually crossed into physical violence, something that can never be excused under any circumstances. I am no longer with my exBH today, not because he divorced me, but because I finally chose to leave. Something I never thought I would do.
I learned the hard way (usually do) that our betrayal is not a blank check for them to treat us however they please. You can be deeply remorseful and still have boundaries.
You are allowed to say "no" to abuse, even while saying "yes" to accountability. Please remember that you can hold space for his healing without completely sacrificing your own basic safety and humanity.
WW - dday 02/29/16
Your journey is not the same as mine, and my journey is not the same as yours, but if we meet on a certain path, may we encourage each other.