Edited to say this post needs a bunch of editing. I posted too soon! Ill fix it later.
(I also deleted a bit I'll post about later)
We've been married 32 years. Met and started dating at 16, married at 19(him) & 20(me)
Affairs from 1988- 2015
DDays ranging from 1988 to 10/2016
Serial cheater. 16 PAs at least 10 EA's - working on a timeline including relationships that weren't friends of the M.
DD1(32) I got pregnant at 19 during an A with AP4
DD2(30)
DS(26)
BS knows everything. We're currently in R and struggling. Sometimes I'm so incredibly grateful for the grace I'm being shown. BS says he knows the real me, trusts me and sees how hard I'm working. Sometimes I'm so sad and sorry that BS is broken enough to stay with me, and I know I'm selfish not to leave. It's simply too much to recover from, and I have not helped the process enough.
In fall of 2016 I admitted to everything I could think of at the time, including 2 of the very worst of the worst A's. In 1994 I highly sexual PA with his cousin (best friend kind of cuz) who was staying with us, as well as a ons with cousins younger brother. In 2004 I had a PA with a close friend that we then went into business with in 2008 and currently (in 2016) owned and ran several companies with (him and a third partner). Our marriage and life as we knew it ended. I told BS I would do whatever he wanted, I would respect any way he needed for things to be, but truthfully I don't know what I would have done if he had just called it for real and gone NC. I see some pretty extreme outcomes.
We stayed together more or less and spent the first year or two HB but that began to wane into year 3. In a lot of ways, it was so so good while it lasted, but also caused some ish that we have yet to work through. We separated for a couple of months once (in theory) and many many times just stayed apart for a day or several. It was unpredictable enough I carried backpack with essentials that I carried instead of a purse. Our separations were necessary during super intense times, but for the longer ones not as much -- we had way too much contact (and still that crazy good sex) and it wasn't as helpful as it could have been. I went in and out of complete mortification at the realization of what I'd done to him, deep compassion, remorse and empathy for him. I remember thinking early on that I couldn't imagine ever feeling angry at him again. How could I? What could he ever do? Unfortunately he was relying on the same fucked up person who was capable of that degree of abuse to be sane and self aware enough to help him heal. I wasn't sane or self aware. I was still pretty distanced from what *I* had actually done and although I could see how awful and crazy he felt, my remorse didn't heal me, and I wasn't able to stay in that unselfish humble place. I also didn't have a good grasp of just how much trauma I had inflicted and eventually I felt frustrated that his process wasn't as linear or as fast as I thought it should be. I actually uttered some bullshit iteration of 'you just want an excuse to be unhappy" on more than a few occasions. I could always come around to a compassionate place, and offer apology and amends, but the fact that I even got there to begin with, FFS, was an outrage to BS. Every single time that he was triggered or dysregulated and I didn't interact with him with love, he felt betrayed all over again. There was a big complicating issue for me in the first year, he had an intimate friendship with a woman that I repeatedly lost my mind over. (I don't think I came to a reasonable place with that until *maybe a year ago)
I think we were somewhere in year 4 or so before he decided that he was truly committed to R but that has understandably been questioned and reversed a thousand times.
BS has never done any IC but has agreed at times to go. I think he has CPTSD (from FOO abuse and trauma, then me) and suffers from severe emotional flashbacks that are excruciating and sometimes last for more than a week. He sees me as the cause of his anger and feelings of worthlessness and is %100 convinced during those times that I am his enemy. I'm choosing to fuck with him, knowing what it does to him but not giving a FUCK because I'm a selfish, souless abuser. There are no boundaries as to how he interacts with me from that place of anguish and betrayal. There is no level of disrespect that's unwarranted. It's understandable, and I truly get how unbearable he feels during those times, but it's gotten to an intolerable place for us both and we are committed to change.
Here's the up: I really want to be with this guy. He is a GOOD person. Good all the way through. He checks all my boxes and he always has. I'm attracted to him, I want to be near him and touch him and our sex is phenomenal. I like the way he thinks and his unique perspective about things. He's funny af, and did I say wikked smart? He's really a goofball and smart/absurd is my kind of funny.. I want him. He has a quality that draws people to him, he's a good friend. He was an imperfect, but truly good dad for our kids and they love and respect him as adults. When we are good together, we are magic and I want to die having loved him the way he has deserved to be loved and never has. Not yet, not for his whole entire life. I am planning for 40 more good years and I want to spend them making him feel that I understand the gift I've been given and how glad I am to be with him every day. We've built some beautiful things together and I can't quite wrap my mind around the idea that I have a chance to keep them. He can be a raging dick, but I can own so much of that, and know his real self. I'm still in this.
Here's the down: I'm not showing him every day how lucky I am and how much I love him. I've been feeling stuck (better since my first post on SI!) and exhausted and more depressed than I ever have been. When he's struggling (which is still very frequently) I can react with defensiveness instead of empathy. I am not running my ass off to care for him and to lighten his load. He's carrying more than his share again and feels the stress and the very justifiable resentment that he doesn't have a fully functioning partner. I've got some big issues right now that leave me utterly uninterested in sex and it's monumentally important for BS. This list is not comprehensive. I'm just so goddam exhausted. I'm TIIRRRED. I know he is too, and he is the injured party here and I hate feeling selfish and out of control. This is not how I want to be!
'It's come to a head' many times before. Sometimes we actually make a change! Sometimes we feel awful until we don't feel awful any more and we slide back into our default which is largely comfortable, fun and connected, but also always a bit strained as we both desperately attempt to avoid any conflict that could knock one or the other of us into dysregulation.
This time, so far so good! We've actually made some real change!
What our dynamic has been like recently:
T's realization:
What change we've agree to immediately:
Goals- shorterm and longterm:
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