I am currently in lockdown in Australia, in a bubble of one. I went through six months of emotional rollercoaster in my marriage only to find out that my husband had been cheating on me. He didn’t just have an affair but rented an apartment and opened a joint bank account with the woman.
So the last two months have been spent trying to get my head around all the lies, the betrayal and the humiliation whilst trying to get him out of my life (in practical terms). I threw him out, changed the locks but here I am now stuck in lockdown and finding it impossible to think about anything else.
For the record, my husband is a typical narcissist. And yes, there were plenty of red flags (not about his infidelity) which I chose to ignore when I went ahead and married him.
I have two problems:
- although I’ve blocked him everywhere so that I’d stop getting his meaningless messages (teenage style, “missing you” emoji and all) which I found really hurtful and insulting - every message is a confirmation of how little he valued me and our marriage), I can’t help unblocking him and the woman every so often… I have no idea what I am hoping to see. It’s even crossed my mind that I am just seeking to inflict further pain upon myself. That’s exactly what happened yesterday. She’s changed her Instagram profile picture to a photo of him with her little boy sitting on his lap. I don’t understand why I am doing this to myself and why I am finding it almost impossible to occupy my mind with other thoughts.
- that leads to something else that I’m failing to comprehend: before all of this happened, in mind I was more or less checking out of our marriage. I didn’t want my marriage to fail but I was struggling to (happily) live with our very different values, the absence of a genuine ‘we’ and that I never felt truly supported (somehow every problem I had became about him). I had, for example, already decided that due to his inability to manage his money (and compulsive buying) there was no chance that I going to take on financial commitments with him. However, I wasn’t quite ready to turn my back on our marriage and the commitment I had made. Then the gaslighting started (apparently all our problems were my fault, because I had made him feel rejected) as well as months’ worth of lies… He could have just called it a day instead of humiliating me… But what I am really trying to understand is: why am I so obsessed (??) about it all to the point of keeping an eye on social media or getting worked up over his ridiculous messages if I already knew that our marriage was coming to an end? Or is it simply the betrayal and humiliation that I’m struggling to process? For all my mistakes, I was never unfaithful or disloyal and I expected the same back, and for us to part in a dignified and respectful way.