Thanks ThisisLonely. I think you are answering my original post from August. I've been working hard on not being a pick me dance. I was doing some of the things we both agreed to do so we could connect at least since we were in crisis and it helped.
Now, we are over that immediate repair stage and hyperbonding and whatever. Reality is sinking in and you are right. This week has been a crappy, horrible one. Every day is kicking me in the stomach and trying to hold me down.
Monday I was feeling unsettled. I realized that I need to shift from his needs / wants / thoughts to thinking about myself. I spent some time trying to figure out what that meant, exactly.
Tuesday early morning before work we were talking and he told me that he is torn and can't decide me or her. I spiralled badly - like had to get out of the car on the side of the road because of a panic attack badly. Like, imagining myself driving into the lake so I could just feel something else bad. Thankful for my kids that remind me that's not a plan and for friends who are willing to talk me down.
Yesterday, he sent me long huge texts about how he is struggling and confused and knows he needs to talk to someone because his brain is all f'd up and he needs help. He asked me to help him find someone, so I reached out my counsellor and she helped connect me with someone. I gave him their contact details because *he* has to ask for help, not have me schedule it for him. He told me that he is so frustrated that we've been going to a therapist for 2 months and haven't actually talked about anything useful, so he wanted to talk when he got home to tackle some of the big things he's struggling with about our marriage and why it's so hard to figure out her or me.
After work, we talked for like 4 hours. It was hard, but good, I guess. Remorse or guilt or some huge emotion is tearing him apart and he knows he's fucked up and still doesn't know what he wants to do. He knows that no matter what someone is going to hurt from the results of this. And that's put him in a "don't want to make a choice" mode. He admitted to me that he's been blacking out because he hasn't been eating - which is a massive pain point for me since we have a kid with an eating disorder..... I told him he has to start taking care of himself - if not for himself or me, for our kids. He just sobbed and said no. He told me they had been NC for a month after he decided to work on the marriage with me, but that they have started talking again. That they are hanging out at work. He knows he's opened Pandora's Box and can't put it all back in, but can't really understand the mess in his head. I had to take a kid somewhere for a couple of hours and found him in bed, mostly unresponsive and fully dressed for the first time in months. He didn't even touch me.
I ended up not sleeping at all last night - I was just beside myself with thoughts and my brain wanting to curl up and die. The thought of "if you love him, let him go" bounced loudly in my head, because if he doesn't need to stress about everything, then I came downstairs and made eggs for him to put into breakfast sandwiches this week because even if we don't end up together, I don't want him to kill himself. When I tried to slip back into bed at like 2 am, he asked where my brain is at and then we ended up talking until he had to get out of be at 5:30. This was a more brutal raw kind of conversation. I let some of the anger I haven't really had so far come up.
So here's me, on a day when I've had no sleep at all, trying to just function with a houseful of kids with wicked colds, dropping him off lunch while picking up our son from work. I was poking around my computer today, working on something pointless and ended up on my 2nd IG account which I never log into.
What do I find? A reel he sent me in July. It's this loving one, about "if I could give you one gift in the whole world, it would be to see yourself through my eyes so you can see how special you are to me." I missed it. I missed it.
9 days later, he slept with her. And now my whole life is flipped upside down and she's going to take him away from me.
And then I wonder... wonder if it was meant for her. Or if he sent it to us both.
And then.... I see it. He's following her on IG. I couldn't stop myself. I clicked her profile. I shouldn't have. All the posts in the last few months are her in very provocative bikinis and sultry makeup face. I honestly haven't thought much about her until now. She's just been this "thing." Now it's real in my head. Am I allowed to cuss on this forum?? Because I'm about to. Fucking Skanky Slutty Bitch.
Now my brain is like "of course he doesn't want you. Look at that body." "Of course he doesn't want you, her boobs are perfect and round and yours are all worn out from motherhood."
I want to scream but I can't because I've mostly lost my voice. I want to cry but I can't because I'm too tired and used up so many of my tears. . I want to tear something into pieces (my poor journal just got a whole page of pen stabs).
I hope he makes the decision to talk to someone today.
But maybe, just maybe, it's too late. Maybe I don't get my happy ending. Maybe I get a broken family and a broken heart thanks to a woman who thought it would be okay to entangle a married man and a husband who decided to focus on a skanky bitch instead of his wife, children, and the life we had together because he painted it all so black that he gave up on us.
I guess I need to give up on us too. And that might kill me.
I'm trying to trust God, but man... one thing, then the next thing, then the next thing.
EDIT TO ADD: He just texted that he made a therapist appointment tonight. And I think I'm going to sign up for btr org's group therapy because I need more help than just talking to people.
[This message edited by LostSquid at 6:57 PM, Thursday, October 24th]