Am I happy that the infidelity occurred?
No.
Neither of us are happy about it.
Did the infidelity in and of itself change the marriage?
No.
Again, I'm very lucky, the infidelity itself was a one off and inconsequential. No pregnancy, no STDs, no social or workplace fallout, no ongoing affair/s or ongoing deceptions.
Per my previous post, the fact that it happened at all, and especially under those specific circumstances, was a very big deal.
Secondary to that major point, the minimizing and the overall deception immediately after the fact, and again years later at DDay2, the actual DDay, was also a big deal. It brought FOO issues/ingrained behaviors and patterns that we'd been avoiding or soft pedaling for decades into sharp focus.
I, and truthfully both of us, had been tolerating, absorbing, repeating, ingrained generational and FOO dysfunctions for years, decades. When possible, we avoided it, which was a surprisingly effective coping mechanism if one is unable to conceive of divorcing oneself from one's narcissistic family entirely.
Per my earlier post, infidelity was a bridge too far for me, it was indeed a deal breaker.
I realized that I'd been swallowing shit for decades and choking it down with a spoonful of "Yeah this sucks but I know that my Husband really loves me and that I am enough. He's never cheated on me and he never will."
Ha! You can just imagine... what DDay2 was like... my entire perception of my husband and of my marriage crumbled before my eyes.
In the earliest days I kept saying to Husband, "All of the crap we've been through, all of the crap we've endured, all of the crap *I've* endured on your behalf, and now this???"
Therein began a deep dive on basic relationship fundamentals: honesty, trust, integrity, commitment, empathy, selflessness, compassion, respect, boundaries, priorities, values, maturity, self-control, all things that are not modeled nor taught in narcissistic families.
The inverse of these healthy characteristics are the hallmarks of narcissistic families and systems: hyper control, guilt, shame, disrespect, lack of empathy, no boundaries, absence of healthy validation, triangulation, subterfuge, dishonesty, immaturity, impulsiveness, Duper's Delight, etc.
And then there was Husband's coping mechanism: avoidance. It was the only tool he had in his tool box and his only method of coping with the FOO. Furthermore, it was the only 'method of management' that the FOO would selectively tolerate, and that only because they practiced it themselves.
In that avoidance was Husband's only coping mechanism, it became our only coping mechanism, both within our marriage and with the FOO and with the world at large.
Processing the infidelity brought all of these issues into sharp focus and really defined why and how they were and are unacceptable.
Per my earlier post it was the kick in the head that I needed to put my foot down, to stop avoiding/accepting piss poor treatment and behavior, to start enforcing boundaries and to mean that to the very point of losing the marriage, if that's what it cost.
Coincidentally and unrelated (not in any way related to the infidelity, which was unknown to them) during the period of time in which Husband and I were processing the infidelity, the FOO dropped a particularly spectacular steaming turd into the family punch bowl, exemplary really even for them, and that's saying something.
Husband, in the midst of his own deep dive into his own dysfunctions and our dysfunctions and piss poor coping mechanisms, saw this sparkly shiny steaming turd with all new eyes.
And he saw boundaries, and the absence of same, with all new eyes.
He recognized a deep and fundamental betrayal and complete absence of respect and basic honesty, an endemic and essential and systemic condition in the FOO.
That was a watershed moment for each of us and for both of us.
Without the experience of the infidelity, without the experience of processing the infidelity, that watershed moment likely would not have occurred. We would have kept right on keeping on with the baked in OS.
For us, the infidelity and its aftermath were like watching a beloved, romantic, idealized, precious and dearly acquired Craftsman Cottage burn down due to outdated, inadequate, fundamentally flawed, over stressed and dangerous electrical wiring. Nobody died, perhaps we both got a little singed but overall we survived largely intact. 'Insurance' paid out: our infrastructure that *we* built, our constructive, conservative, and otherwise healthy disciplines, habits and lifestyle survived and held the center while the fire raged and burned everything else to the ground. And now we have the privilege and possibility and opportunity to build another, modern house with adequate and appropriate systems.
Without this catastrophic event we likely never would have addressed the fundamental flaws.
We were inadequately informed and unaware of the danger. It was simply, the way it was, the way it had always been.
The FOO standard.
We were ignorant and naive.
Our innocence is gone.
Infidelity is the loss of innocence in a marriage.
And yeah, that fucking hurts.
Personally, I'd rather not have the bruise.
But I'd rather not have the outright fatality either.
[This message edited by marriageredux959 at 11:41 PM, Monday, June 19th]