Oh god - reading all these is just so sad. But also so sadly very true. I can relate to all of you.
I will never forget my heart just dropping deep inside me as I read the text that made the penny drop for me. I will never forget the way my stomache churned and the vomit rose in my throat and stayed there whilst I shook uncontrollably.
I vomited loads in the first 48 hours. After that it subsided but I was left with gut wrenching nausea, Throughout all of this the shakes never stopped - for about 2 weeks. I shook constantly. Making a cup of tea or getting dressed was slow and awkward as I shook so much.
I couldnt sleep. The pain in my chest was relentless. When I did sleep it was a brief drifting off - and my dreams were bizzarre, odd and cruel. When I awoke from the brief snoozing episodes, reality would hit me all over again, along with the heart dropping and shakes.
I felt humiliated. I felt stupid. I felt hurt. Anger came and went. Rage came and went. Pain mental and physical just stayed gnawing away at me.
I could not stop the hideous action replays of how I imagined him with his sexual encouters playing in my mind. They just jumped out of nowhere.
I felt just sadness and sorrow.
To this day I look at him and think who the fuck are you? Where did the man I married go? Did I ever know you?
I grieve for someone I am not sure ever really truely existed. I grieve for the life I once had - but then wonder if I ever really did have that life. Looking back I was naive and it was all a lie. I feel like everything I stood for has been shit upon and is just gone. I grieve for the hopes and dreams I thought we both had for our family and our future.
I cannot really put into word how much his betrayal has hurt me. Words dont really come that close to describing it.
I am now damaged goods. I have a sick warped opinion of relationships, men and sex.
Sex is no longer something nice and fun and tender and loving. To me it is vile, dirty, literally about squirting slop into any wet hole, no matter who or what that hole is or belongs to. I see sex as something that causes hurt and damage and greed and a selfish gratification.
I look at people - random people in the street in Sainsburys and my friends and think - wonder if he or she is/has fucked someone behind his/her back. Are they really happy.
I see everything in a soiled horrible negative fucked up way.
4 years on - I am finally having some kind of breakdown. Atm I have pretty much withdrawn from real life and its actually a relief.