This is difficult to understand.
One thing, though - after I had been someone's mistress for several years, I wrote the wife a letter saying how sorry I was and that I didn't understand why he had done it as she was gorgeous and lovely, and I was so sorry and knew I had done something terribly wrong. I had a call from her new partner saying how dare I apologise, how dare I contact them like that, she felt nothing about me, and never wanted to hear from me again...
I know, they had every right to say that but I still wonder if it maybe helped her, to be told I was sorry, or just made things worse.
I did know it was wrong, but what I still don't get, and didn't at the time, was why I didn't see what a shit he was being.
I was sort of blind to it. All I knew was that I absolutely loved him, down to the bad bits, I mean I loved everything about the guy, which leads me to thinking it was more of a construction in my own head - ie I loved what I made him into, I loved what he represented in my imagination...the real man was highly attractive, but he was still a shit and I just could not see him that way at the time. All I knew was that it hurt like someone was cutting off my arm when I didn't see him for a while.
This of course was utterly callous to his wife, who for all I knew felt that way about him too, but I just didn't bring her into the equation, it was like I could not afford to - to be without him felt like I would die, I felt I had no choice, it was really weird.
I've never felt that about anyone else, before or since.
Perhaps he reminded me of my dad or something...it went very deep, whatever the pull to him was. It wasn't ever a laughing matter iyswim - not spiteful to her or for the sake of it, or anything like that. If he was there I would never have turned him away.
Sorry not to be more help in deciphering. Just some thoughts if it offers any insight. I'm sorry you've been through such a lot of shit, macdoodle
Low self esteem probably came into it for me but it didn't seem like that then - I just felt like I needed to be near him, no question. I used to cry when he was hurt, things like that - want to feel the hurt for him, so he didn't have to, that kind of feeling. No idea if that was love or just weird compulsion on my part.