H has cheated twice, once in 2018 and last year - both were friendships with female colleagues, culminating in a sexual encounter. The affair last year was more serious as it went on longer, but essentially the same sort of thing.
My experience of this the second time feels the same but different. The first time was very traumatising, I had a ptsd of sorts but also some other things happened that sent me over the edge mentally that weren't related. We got through it and I thought were strong and we loved each other so much, I thought nothing could break that. If you had asked me on 3rd April last year, I'd have told you how in love with DH I am, how I adored him and he was a best friend, the best H and partner I could ask for. I regained and expanded my capacity to love him post first affair, I would even have said I was glad it happened as it changed him totally to a move loving, open partner.
He started last years affair/friendship in May, I started asking him if he was cheating in July (had an inkling in June), I found out definitely in December having spent 6 months going slowly mad. How do I feel now? Very different. My capacity to love (and obviously trust) feels reduced, like it'll never expand again. I feel like nothing is certain, my safe place that I thought we had built is gone and instead my future could now be anything. I could well end up living somewhere else in a different life, potentially with a different man, in a different marriage even. Do I love him? Yes he is my husband and father to my children, but no, it isn't the same, I'm not sure it'll ever recover. I will always think that my life could change in an instant so don't get too comfortable.
I also feel differently towards myself, I've become very critical of my body and lost a lot of confidence despite having lost 5st in the last year going from an 18/20 to a 12. I think how could I be so stupid to trust him again? Why did I not dig deeper to find evidence? How could I have been so bloody foolish? There is also shame...fool me once, shame on you fool me twice shame on me...I feel like part of me deserves and should have expected this as he did it before and I forgave him.
Right now I'm holding onto my life as hard as I can (I have reasons I cannot disclose here). But I'm not sure what I hope for or expect the future to hold. I'm just carrying on for now seeing how it plays out, in the knowledge that "everything will always be that little bit worse" and I will remain heartbroken for the rest of my days in a marriage that is forever tainted, if still workable.