To cut a very long story short, I had an affair, unknowingly for a long time. We’re talking years.
I found out and exposed the person (not instantly- because of the way life was at the time) and they took their own life.
It’s been over a year, I’m in pieces still, mostly riddled with guilt of their family unit and how my actions have led to this result.
Whilst I know logically that there is a more complex scenario with this situation, the crux of it is that an innocent family will never be the same ever again and will have to endure the pain.
How do you ever process something like this?
I’m passing the days just in some sort of mode / auto pilot, but I’m not even giving 20% to life right now.
The guilt is eating at me. The pain is eating at me. The unsaid things and the what ifs, the shouldn’t have/ wish I never did are just drowning out the current days.
It feels so invalid when their family is going through so much. But the suffering in silence has just been horrendous. I know a lot of people will feel I don’t deserve to be hurting or Grieving, but it’s been the most heartbreaking, sickening, painful, humbling
and vulnerable position I’ve ever been in and would not wish it on my worst enemies.
the sleepless nights seem to be never ending, physical sickness, constant rumination and just dread. I’m under 40 and can’t ever imagine my life having any joy ever again. I guess I know I won’t get answers, but this situation isn’t exactly something I can find any relatable content to online and I’m too ashamed to talk with my family.