PAINFUL MEMORIES OF BEING CHEATED ON....8 MONTHS DOWN THE LINE NO BETTER
Just looking for some guidance and perhaps words from experience.
To cut a long story short, I am 8 months down the line of deciding to stay with my husband after he cheated on me and our family.
It was out of the blue and deeply painful as involved someone close to our family and I was "played" by both.
Hiding in plain sight.
Our children were used as "perfect cover"
At first I was so shocked and frightened of what was happening so I didn't kick him to the kerb.
I have had 7 months of weekly therapy to try and help get over this.
He is genuinely deeply sorry and desperate to remain with me and us as a little family.
We have had some lovely holidays (both family and "just us" weekends) recently and personal time together, a bit like dating again.
So when times are good they are good.
But then I go dark and my mind slips back to those months when I was being fucked over, laughed at, played and totally thought of as being worthless to him.
How can he say he really loves me, wants to be with me....when he could treat me so so badly?
The affair ended because I discovered it.
It pains me where it would have been heading to long-term....
Time isn't healing my head which is still absolutely bursting with the "4 months" my life wasn't what I thought it was. It's like waking up from a 4 month coma, everything you thought was real wasn't.
In this age of WhatsApp, Social Media and "online everything" I know literally day to day on calendar what happened. I relive this in my head imagining them together. I am dreading the anniversary of these dates which are fast approaching.
Worse of all I know they were together in my house, when, how long for and in which room. It makes me sick to go there. But I love my house and my kids know nothing else. Our family life is here.
My young kids still talk fondly of her....this occured tonight at dinner table, making me feel sick. But worst of all my teenager knew what had happened and with whom. We locked eyes together over table tonight, a sad bond between us whilst my husband tried his best to divert our youngest's conversation to something else.
I get emotional and outpour sometimes how much hurt I still carry and how little he must have thought of my feelings to have done this. It is horrible to know I was no better than shit on his shoe for him to have felt so little for me, his wife of almost 20 years.
I need him to grab me, apologise for doing this and telling me it disgusts him to have done this. I think he feels this inside. But he just says "I don't know what to say" and stares blankly and awkwardly back.
I then fester and my sad festering eventually turns to angry fuck festering that he was the cheating dick that did this to me and I am 8 months down the line and still feel like shit. Then I think he should be kicked out and punished by knowing he has lost me, our family life together and for fuck all.
I feel he has gotten away with this.
These thoughts overwhelm every spare moment of my busy life.
I don't know what I did before I found out he was cheating!!!
He has left twice for a week or two (at my request).
During those periods I did suddenly have this strength and calm that yes I could do this on my own. Financially I could also. These were hard periods for him. He suddenly was more emotionally open.
But do I want to be on my own?
I can't believe he took the risk to fuck over 20 years together, risk breaking up our family, making the decision that my future might not be what I had planned it to be....and not even for someone that he really genuinely wanted to make a new life with? Just a bit of ego boosting with a slag (a newly married one at that).
I think it also pisses me off how I trusted her and she played me. It annoys me that her husband is "half a man" and didn't want to know anything and literally denied the evidence that was discovered.
So she got away with it too.
What sort of woman fucks about with a man who has children she knows? I just can't get my head around risking breaking up a family. But I also know my husband was equally to blame. But he didn't know her husband, she very much knew me, befriended me, the biggest fool in all of this was me. I was played at all angles like a fiddle.
So 8 months down the line my head is still mush. Still pains in tummy and chest. Still wide awake at night feeling sick all the time. The deaths of close family members never even hurt like this months down the line.
So my dilemma is - my husband caused my pain.
My pain can be dampened by either him going away or staying here and being strong and owning my pain when I share. The pain he caused.
But he doesn't. He goes into "rabbit in a headlight" and avoids me. I do believe he is frozen to the spot not knowing what to say, but why can't he try and say something, anything? For when he doesn't I just start to angrily fester. I can't have this for the rest of my life.
Any words would be appreciated