Yes, I understand this. I tried so hard to teach my WS to avoid these things, and he would just fall into shit like that like it was nothing.
It was disappointing, and still is disappointing to me even now 11 years out and "reconciled".
The way I think of it is that he was an idiot to even be there in the first place, lacking the empathy from a Humanity 101 level class, and they need to step their shit into some grad school PhD level empathy to really help us believe they aren’t still sucky people.
But I’m going to step away from that for a minute.
People suck. They all suck in many varied ways. They are unable to have compassion and they will always be egocentric and hustle you to get theirs.
So watch out for your own interests and give up on something that will never exist. He will never be empathetic. It’s impossible really. He cheated because he is incapable of empathy. People who are able to feel empathy in a meaningful fashion typically don’t cheat. Think of it like an autistic person who is nonverbal and frightened by someone who is smiling. They just don’t understand.
I lowered my expectations to very very low. Like very very very low…..
And I separated mentally and found my own path to joy in my life. We make our own happiness, and he can join me in it or not. But it will be on my terms, and he can take it or leave it.
Honestly, I think romantic love is a load of bullshit. People aren’t careful with each other. It doesn’t exist.
He will never really understand. I know that’s what you want to feel better, for him to understand.
But he is unable to. His brain can’t fathom empathy.
It’s ok to leave if that’s not your cup of tea. But you can’t really teach him that. And it’s not your job to teach him what he should know.
Find your peace. Make a life that’s better and move toward that in everything you do. Maybe he will be around, maybe not.
You can do like the Dread Pirate Roberts to Wesley on the Princess Bride. "Good job, sleep well, I’ll most likely kill you in the morning."
And sometimes as they get older and you get older and time passes, you expect less and care less and find your peace.
I’m sorry you’re hurting so much. I still feel it like a full ache. And he will never understand. But I know I’m kind of dead inside and that’s actually peaceful. Because I’ll be ok. No more heated passion, no more frantic tears. Just me. And I’m cool with that.