hiking, I can't tell you how much I appreciate your input and advice. It's made a huge difference for me, just in the last 24 hours.
I listened to a little bit of The Power of Now yesterday and it invigorated me. Today, as thoughts about the AP came into my head, I tried to just observe what was happening up there without passing judgment. And then I told my H about it, which sparked a great conversation.
And it may have been a considerate gesture that he decided to scrap the get together but considering he was pissy about it I would feel like it was from a place of not wanting to be bothered by your requests, when it would have been better if he wanted you to feel reassured and felt the best way to do that was to stop going. Or maybe it was a combination?
I asked him about the issue I wrote about above. What I had asked him back then was, "What will you do if AP approaches you? Can we please play this out a bit?" His recollection of it is that I was trying to create a script for him of what he should do or say to her in different types of attempted contact (group or private) and he was afraid that he would go off script and would fail. I didn't ask for a script, but that's the way he took it. Also, I don't recall details, but that has happened with us before (not necessarily infidelity related) where we'll talk about something, agree about how to handle it, he'll fudge it up and say or do something that sounded similar to his ears but wasn't quite right, and I'll be like "WTF, dude?" (Maybe that's just marriage in a nutshell. lol)
He said that when the AP was there at those get-togethers, he deliberately kept a pool table in between them. Their coworkers knew the history and seemed to be running interference, too. They were talking about work-related stuff in AP's area of expertise, and didn't call her over to join the conversation like they would have ordinarily. He said it was weird. That could partially be why he stopped going, too, along with the contention with me not being worth it.
I also told him about how the competition in my brain with the AP is constant, and how I'm hopefully starting to learn how to put that to rest. It's crazy. Like, I'm really good at Wordle and the puzzle games on NYT, and every time I win, I think "Suck on that, bitch." Like, what? That's nuts. I run lots of things that I do through a filter of what she might see and think. I want to be better than her in every way.
Anyway.
Oddly it almost feels like we were closer in the first 18 months after the A than we are now.
I think that's pretty normal, really. The excitement of the danger has lost its oomph and now you're left with just the reality of the relationship, if that makes sense.