I can't be emotionally detached from the potential fall out they create for other people. An affair ended my realtionship with my father, and eventually also with my mother, because she never recovered and in the aftermath, in an altered state, did some profound damage.
I have been lugging this very large piece of baggage from my father's affair more than 30 years ago. I work hard on putting it down, sometimes for a decade at a time. But... then I find it still there. Right where I left it. Always at my side.
Like last year, when internet randoms discussing my father's death was how we found out he had died some months earlier.
Or last night when I opened facebook for the first time in six months to find a message from his OW sent late last year, apologising for us finding out secondhand about dad's death, because she had no contact details for us. But then miraculously having remembered my name well enough to find me on facebook, sent me a message to let me know my grandmother had died. The grandmother who I know loved me, but couldn't forgive me for choosing the "wrong" side.
When people I know tell me they have are having an affair I have to excuse myself and then avoid them from that point on. The rising bile, grief at everything an affair cost us... I'm afraid I'll lose control and spill all the heaped up pain, loss and anger on a proxy.
Today I feel like the wound has been ripped open all over again. I seem to spend years stitching it closed, only for social media, or somebody else's idle googling to whack me with another blast from the past, leaving me clutching bits of skin frantically. Trying to pull the increasingly tattered edges together for another round of sutures.
I'm being the think I should just leave the thing open. And slowly bleed to death from it. Because no matter how hard I try to give people what they want and "move on" I get sabotaged and dragged back to a moment of time in 1984 that took a hammer to who I was, leaving me marked for what feels like could end up being forever at this point.
I'm so tired. I'm so sad. The bulk of my life has been lived in the shadow of the pain caused by somebody else's temptation unsuccessfully resisted. I can't be reasonable around people who don't seem to comprehend they are playing Russian roulette with other people's hearts and minds.