I mistitled the post and couldn’t figure out how to change it.
It’s been 6 years today from the first dday. I’ve said it before and I will say it again… please don’t do what I did. Please spare your BS the trickle truth and all the agony that comes with multiple ddays.
Today, 6 years later, dday looks different.
We discuss dday for about a month before. We discuss the horrible irony that this dday has become bittersweet and such a big turning point for us. Our entire relationship and marriage was founded and built on lies and deceit. When BS first discovered my affairs 6 years ago it shattered him and nearly destroyed him. For a long while it did. It took years of intense work to bring us to where we are today.
Before dday our marriage was in a downward trajectory because of my lies, my affairs, my repression of memories. Dday burned our marriage to the ground and through blood, sweat and tears we rebuilt it from the ground up.
It’s 6 years later. We had our 3rd child who just turned 18 months. We celebrated our 10 year anniversary. We are doing well. We marvel at this every day. We NEVER take it for granted. My husband is doing better than ever. He smiles, he laughs, he thrives in his new job and as dad to our 3 littles. We are partners for the first time. We have risen from the ashes and created a beautiful and healthy relationship. We now have hope and love. We now respect each other and we communicate with each other. This was only able to happen due to his sacrifices of enduring an agonizing year filled with 6 and years of suffering afterwards.
Today, on the 6th year after the first dday, BS went to work today. It’s a hard day. We’ve been talking throughout. He’s sad. He goes dark from time to time. I’m here for him. I still have to fight my old instincts today to run away from the pain and suffering of this day. I still have to fight my nature that if I ignore something then it didn’t happen. I’m a different person. BS is a different person. We as husband and wife have a different marriage.
Every year dday looks different. Every year it comes and goes. I thank God and my BS for every happy day we have…but I also am thankful for the hard ones that catapulted us out of a doomed and broken relationship and into something more meaningful and lasting. The pain is real, the agony is real, the betrayal is real… but so is the hope and the blessings that came after.
[This message edited by Change4thebetter at 5:31 PM, Tuesday, February 4th]
WW 38 BH 36 (SaddestDad)PA/LTEA 3 years. M 5.5 years.Grateful for each moment that BH gives the chance for R.
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