wellwhoknew your attitude is really inspirational. What a great idea to plough evergy into helping other people.
whatever, I'm so sorry. Mine left after 3.5 years and no joint DC, so it was easier in many respects than when I hear the tales of a lifetimes spent with someone and loving and trusting them. It must make the betrayal all the worse.
wynken, lik you I also find myself feeling sorry for him. It's so hard mentally to picture him as a "bad guy" beause he never was! I have often felt like aliens took over his body when he did this.
winter I think I project an image to the world of a strong, attractive and in control woman who knows her worth but really I am play acting. I feel there is something deepy wrong with me.
Redmaple i know excatly what you mean. I think a few people said to me that I could not have loved him that much or had sch a great marriage if he was so unhappy and I was blissfully unaware. That haunts me, because looking back he seemed blissfully happy...he really did. This in itself is the problem I have with new men in my life. I want PROOF they like me. I am analysing every word, every text, I am timing their calls. All subconscious and all horribly self destructive.
For me the phases of going through it were first total and utter shock, and when I say that I mean medical shock, not merely suprise. I remember those first months I just kept babbling away nonsense and pacing the room and I have no recollection of anything I did except stare at the wall waiting for someone to tell me it wasn't real. That last probably 2 months after which there was about a year where I slowly began to let reality sink in bit by bit and the horror that this was true let itself in. All the while that was slowed down by my fundamental belief that he completely adored me and there must be something wrong.
My belief that he:
a) loved me with all his heart
b) was incapable of behaving so cruelly even if he didn't
Were the stumbling block for me. I just could not believe it, and if I am honest still can't. I believed that he was superior to me in terms of morals and kindness and I thought I was his entire world.
I am not sure about making peace, but I certainly had a very complex grieving process. I had to both accept the loss and the sudden and complete change of my life, the loss of all financial support, the loss of home life and everything that was my "normal" with the shock that he had done what he did.
It seemed at every hurdle I discovered something new. Something more shocking. His membership on dating websites. His profile on "Shagaholic" where he has used photos of him masturbating in our bedroom. I honestly had absolutely no idea and we had a wonderful sex life.
I had to grieve the man I thought he was and was so sad and missed him so much. Even now, I feel like it is two diferrent people.
I am still quite young, still young enough to have children and to live a life. I keep ending relationships over silly reasons that I see as "proof" he doesn't care about me and that makes me sad. I would like to think I had the strength to know that I am worth loving, that no one will ever do this to me again.
Hugs to all of you who have coped with this. It's an experience unlike any other.