Hello all - Another tough week. I am "forcing progress" as the Chump Lady says on her blog. She has been so helpful to me, mainly to get angry and focus my strength toward myself (not the cheater). Yes, the STB-EX also wanted to "be friends" and "keep playing music together". We've performed music nearly all of our marriage. I play guitar and other instruments. Me: No.I.Don't.Think.So.
There is still stuff to go through. Yes, I am separating and sorting this weekend. I am discovering a little more peace of mind, while pursuing healthy insights on this situation: his choice to leave me is HIS LOSS. I am an amazing person, with financial and relational stability, a lot of love to give and appreciation, compassion and kindness to share with my loved ones. Too bad for him.
His actions DEFINE HIM, not me. He is the one who failed the marriage, cheated, betrayed me, his family (still lying to them), his co-workers (still lying to them), his supervisor (who is a good friend, still lying), and those values are not my values.
I have the opportunity to try to live with integrity, grow into myself and learn from this... (I should probably stop bad-talking him, too, I guess :).
I am getting more into my own brain, my own life and considering what I want to start focusing my time on, in terms of my thoughts and where those take me. Another new resource I have, another book - "Tears to Triumph" by Marianne Williamson (just started it, but it feels nice so far, focus = spiritual strength during painful experiences).
A big part of this (this week) was accepting that the man I had loved essentially "died" and doesn't exist anymore. I see that the reason I keep thinking about him is because I don't want it to be over; but it is. I also continue to internalize the effects of his behavior: cruel, hurtful, disrespectful, selfish, self-absorbed, purposefully deceitful, disgraceful. This gives me clarity that this is not a person I want in my life.
Another sign of progress -- my brain actually has the space, calmness and emotional stability to allow me to read a book again. It really is small steps.
Love the hugs/fistbumps/shoulder pats! I am sending those around to all of you as well.