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I Don’t Know What to Put Here

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I haven’t told my husband about my blog. It’s something I’ve debated. Should I or should I not? I don’t generally keep things from him but I feel as though this blog is something that should be my own. It’s how I sort out my thoughts. I think it’s part of what had kept me from running as far away from him as possible.

I still plan in my mind what my escape plan would be if he were to betray me again. I’m in the unfortunate position of not having a job right now, so no income of my own. I’d be starting from scratch if I left. I don’t really want to leave him though.

After my last post he and I had a talk about those stupid shoes. He told me there were other things left in the trunk which belonged to the previous renter of the car and he said I could look if I didn’t believe him. I can’t remember everything we said because I’ve slept several times since then, but something I said pissed him off and he started yelling and I almost left the room. Thankfully our son kept sleeping through our whole discussion.

After his outburst I did my best to explain my feelings in a way he would understand. I don’t have a habit of telling like he does. I think he feels as though it makes him feel better to tell. He has had some emotional traumas himself within the last few years, which he still deals with everyday and I explained that it’s the same for me. Everyday something seems to trigger my memory. Everyday I’m still working through what he did, trying to trust him again.

I let him know that even when it comes to his emotional traumas I try to be a comfort. I try the best that I can to be understanding and I just want the same. It’s not as if he needs more or less comfort than I do but support is what we need to provide reach other as a married couple. It’s not a competition for who is sadder but on some level it feels like that sometimes.

I explained that I was not trying to compare the level of pain either of us feel, but I was trying to get him to step outside of his own pain to see mine just as I do for him with his struggles. Part of what led to my husband’s cheating was his selfishness and focusing on his pain, not taking me into account. I tried not to minimize how he feels but rather make sure he understands how I feel.

I told him he needs to makes me feel wanted. He started resting on his laurels since I made the mistake of telling him I was starting to trust him again. I don’t beat him over the head everyday with the fact that he cheated but that doesn’t mean he’s off the hook and I had to explain that as well. I’d like to think I’m a very kind and loving wife. I’m not perfect, but I am patient. Sometimes too patient and maybe too understanding.

I will have to do a better job of making my feelings clear on a more regular basis. I let him know that I’m haunted by images whenever we’ve been intimate. Even when we’re not I’m still haunted. I told him I still have questions in my mind as to what they did and why he loved her. I wonder if he’s actually over her. I’ve decided that I don’t need the answer to these questions. I’m in enough pain without knowing the answers. I can probably answer the questions myself anyway which is another reason why I don’t force the issue as far as those unanswered questions are concerned. Some things don’t need to be in my head. At this point I’m able to do a little better job with shoving the images out of my mind.

We have a beautiful, precious, patient, sweet, adorable baby. When I look at him I’m still astounded by his existence. He’s our second child. Our first passed away because he was born prematurely when I was going on six months pregnant. I’m amazed that my husband cheated on me while I was working to produce this wonderful blessing from God. It’s a huge slap in the face. I sometimes hate that when I look at our son I’m reminded of what my husband did. I just hope and pray that my husband’s infidelity doesn’t somehow ruin our son.

This particular entry may be scatter brained but that’s how I kind of feel right now. Scattered. I love my husband to pieces and it makes me sad to think he doesn’t love me as much as I thought. He tells me he loves me almost everyday since our conversation at the beginning of this week. I let him know I love him as well. I don’t know if he truly understands the significance of those words.

When we first got married my aunt and I had a conversation about marriage and she proposed the idea that the man sometimes has to love the woman more in order for the marriage to work. I told her I thought he loved me more, but oh how wrong I was to believe that. We keep moving forward though. Nowhere else for us to go. My mother sent us an anniversary card commending is for making it through this far, not knowing about the infidelity. My husband asked if she was really talking about us.

Talk About a Trigger

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You try and go through your days feeling fine. Then something triggers you and you’re back to where you started.

It has been almost five months exactly from the day that I discovered my husband’s infidelity. I’m usually fine then something will set me off and I try to fight the images that try to ensnare my mind. I try not to think about him with her. I try not to think about the fact that he fell in love with another woman and had sex with her. I try not to think about the fact that he had two women whom he shared some of the most intimate parts of himself. Physically and emotionally. I’m still healing from giving birth so we have unfortunately been unable to resume normal activities.

My husband had been out of state for work and I couldn’t go with him because I was pregnant, but after six weeks I moved temporarily to a state that is closer to him. I am staying with family and we see him during the weekends now instead of once a month, like before. It’s not a perfect situation, but it’s definitely better than what it was before…so I thought.

If we don’t drive out to see him, he rents a car to see us. We went out tonight, kind of late, to go and eat and we took the rental car. I wanted to stop by the store afterward, so we did. My sister and I picked up some things while he waited in the car with our son. When we were done we loaded up the trunk with our purchases then went back to the house. My sister unloaded the stuff and found a Burlington Coat Factory plastic bag with a pair of women’s shoes in it. My sister asked me if it was mine and I said no. I asked my husband about the shoes. He said they were in the car when he got it and he said to leave them alone.

He was grumpy. He was really tired and he is also just angry in general because his family has gone through some things and life seems to hold no joy any more. When he had been cheating on me he would be short with me when I questioned him about things. You can see how this situation is a huge problem. My sister doesn’t know about his previous adultery but she still didn’t really buy his excuse because rental car companies usually clean out the car after it has been returned unless someone was really careless and didn’t do their job properly.

I am considering calling up the company he rented from to find out how it all works. I really don’t know how I am going to handle it if he is cheating on me again. I really want to give him the benefit of the doubt. He is going through what appears to be some emotional turmoil but I really don’t want to join him. I like to have a general balanced outlook on life. Take the good with the bad, but don’t unpack and live in the land of sorrow or in the land of delusion. I like to keep some optimism about me while still being realistic. I have already shed tears over this. I’m reliving a bit of the pain that I felt that night on d-day.

I’ve started concocting scenarios in my mind of what possibly led to these shoes being in the trunk of this rental car. He had been using it for work on Thursday, then drove it out here to visit us on Friday night, then drove back to return the rental today, get another one, and drive back here. He said they gave him the same car. I’m thinking he didn’t really have time to have another woman in his car because he was driving the car around for work on Thursday, then he had to get some rest, then he was driving again. I’m really trying to figure this out. He went to sleep almost immediately after it happened so I couldn’t talk to him about it.

This all happened a few hours ago so this is all fresh in my mind. My sister asked me if I talked to him about it. This is a deep sigh type of situation. I don’t want to work myself up into a frenzy and I’ve already cried about it. He has his suitcase and two bags of clothes in the trunk. I know he saw the bag even if it was left in there from the previous renter. My husband has already proven himself to be thick headed at times, but this is something else. You better believe I have questions when he wakes in the morning. Things haven’t been normal for a while now and this doesn’t help. I try to show love and be a supportive wife. I feel some times that he makes me feel as though I don’t do enough.

It’s quite possible that there’s still a break down in communication and he may still feel as though he can’t talk to me. He does things that trigger me and he doesn’t seem to get it. He has told me before that I should basically get over it. He hasn’t used those words but he wants to move forward as though he didn’t cheat on me. Is that a red flag? I have heard from other wives on here whose husbands have vowed to try and do what they need to do. I suppose he has said that I should tell him what he needs to do so I can trust him again. I made the mistake of telling him that I’m starting to trust him again. This is mind boggling and heart breaking. I don’t want to think about divorce. I don’t want to think of separation. I don’t want to think drastically in order to wake him up.

UUGGGHHHHH!!!!!!!!

It’s my birthday month! This is supposed to be a glorious time!

People have made such statements as, your husband has told me how much he loves you and your marriage is doing so well and other such nonsense. It saddens me when I hear these things. It still feels odd. Like this isn’t real life. We can never go back. Are we even really moving forward?

I found myself wondering if this is the time to confide in my sister. If I left my husband I would definitely have to start over. I would need a job or I would have to go back to school. I would have to reanalyze my entire life. I would be like my mom except I would have to start from almost nothing. I HATE HAVING TO THINK OF THESE THINGS!

When I married him I pictured spending the rest of my life with him. Growing old with him. I am so SICK of finding myself being in love with who my significant other used to be or could be. I guess the struggle is loving who he is now, but it’s hard to know who he is when I can’t trust him. How can I love an adulterer. Am I just supposed to ignore how I feel? Be numb? Stop caring about life? I can’t.

Maybe now I should just focus on living for my son’s beautiful smile and calm personality. Definitely a deep sigh situation.

Getting on the Same Page

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My husband is back in town today. It’s usually exciting when he comes back, but I also have a sense of unease because of what has happened, then I see him. I had an appointment so my sister picked him up from the airport but we arrived at the house at pretty much the same time. As he came up the walkway, bumbling and fumbling with his luggage I couldn’t help but melt a bit and beam at the goofball. This goofy man cheated on me.

It’s so hard for me to wrap my brain around, but it happened. My husband is attractive, caring, helpful, compassionate, has a big heart, but he can also be selfish and short sighted because he reacts from an emotional place and doesn’t always think things through. He really wasn’t thinking things though when he cheated. I’m forever scarred by his infidelity and little did I know, he actually thought I trusted him now.

I’m not sure what led him to believe this but it dawned on me today when I asked him if he would consider marriage counseling. He said he would go if I felt the need but he didn’t see why we needed to go aside from the fact that he’s not a big fan of counseling. So I asked him if he thought I trusted him and he said yes. I didn’t laugh out loud but chucked inside and informed him that he was incorrect. My husband can be forgetful. I hope he remembers that moment.

I expressed my grievances about him going certain places alone and he said that if I’m not comfortable with him going somewhere or doing something, then he wouldn’t. He feels pretty confident that he won’t cheat again. I told him if he ever feels like I’m not enough, to let me know and we can deal with the issue accordingly. My husband is really good at making me feel as though I can trust him because he has such a genuine nature about him, but I’m not totally convinced yet. I hope he and I are on the same page now. I, am so in love with him, it’s ridiculous sometimes. I just wish I felt he loved me in the same way.

Trouble Sleeping

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I’ve been having trouble sleeping for the past few months. When I say that, people ask me why and I’m not entirely sure what I’m suppose to say because I haven’t really told people about the affair. I want to say “I can’t sleep because my husband’s infidelity keeps me up at night.” There are times when I’m ok and he’s able to reassure me temporarily, then I look at his text message and phone records online and then I’m not necessarily reassured anymore. I check because I don’t trust him. I don’t want to have to go through this. I just want him to respect me, respect our marriage, respect the vows we made. Why is that so hard? He had claimed that part of the reason he cheated was because of his sex drive. He was having intercourse with one of the OW when he was on a business trip. I’m having difficulty accepting the idea that he doesn’t have enough self control to not fuck somebody who isn’t me. I feel as though he just gave up trying to be faithful because his penis was talking too loud? I don’t know. I want to look into getting counseling for the both of us. Maybe look into the whole “I enjoy sex too much so I cheated on you because you weren’t around” theory. I like to be compassionate, but at the same time there’s just certain BS that I really don’t feel I should put up with.

I find myself thinking about preparing to jump ship if he doesn’t truly commit like he should from this point on. My mother always taught me to be independent, even if I’m married. I find myself as dependent in this relationship, but if need be I will change that. I can’t allow myself to be emotionally abused. I have asked him to tell me why he loves me. Of course he can never say enough about how good looking I am and how sexy I look (which I appreciate), but I feel there should be more. Outside of my appearance he loves the fact that I can stimulate his mind. I guess physical stimulation trumps the mental. I’m tired, physically, emotionally, and mentally. Our marriage isn’t a priority of his, clearly, or else we wouldn’t be in this position. I don’t even know where I rank on his list of priorities but I imagine it’s pretty low. I don’t want to do all the work. A marriage is supposed to be each person giving 100%. Divorce is 50/50, not marriage.

Wracking my brain about all of this makes me kind of angry. I HATE that I’m in this position. Sometimes I feel void of feeling. It must be a defense mechanism so I’m not crushed under the weight of all my emotions. I’m so conflicted because I love him but our relationship has been tainted now. I don’t want to stay married just for financial security or just because we’re having a baby (due this coming Monday). I want to stay because I feel deeply loved, respected, wanted. Is that too much to ask? I have love for myself. I respect myself. I also have love and respect for him, which is why I haven’t packed my bags and ran, yet. I want to give us a chance; however, I cannot be emotionally abused or abused in any way for that matter. I’ve been a glutton for punishment before, but I’m too old for that now and too wise. I know my worth. I’m a diamond and I cannot be treated as well crafted, shiny glass.

I do my best to make myself as clear as possible to him. We will be able to hash things out better once he comes back tomorrow. I may have some sort of pinched nerve situation from being pregnant and it’s causing some pain and swelling. I hope it’s nothing serious. To have to deal with being pregnant and this BS…my husband’s timing is horrendous. Of all the times to be selfish he choose the time when I’m pregnant. Sometimes I feel like I just can’t with the BS.

Broken Trust

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This statement popped up on my Facebook feed from one of the pages I follow. It’s dedicated to advice relating to marriage. I should probably stop following it since it almost stings every time there’s something posted, but it helps me to think:

“Successful marriages are built on trust. It takes years to build trust but it takes a single secret to destroy it and it might take a whole lifetime of proven honest living to restore and repair it. Don’t take your spouse’s trust for granted. Respect your spouse and honor your vows. Live an honorable, open and honest life.” -Isaac Kubvoruno

The strange thing, for lack of a better word, is that I don’t need this reminder. My husband does. I remember someone saying that infidelity is due in part to a lack of respect. I can definitely believe that. It’s wild that my husband seems to love me, but doesn’t respect me. He gets so caught up in himself. I didn’t ever really think of him as being selfish because of his strong desire to help others; although, helping others doesn’t mean that you’re not selfish. There’s self gratification in knowing that you’ve done good and it boosts the ego. Something I didn’t really think of until now. I was my husband’s first girlfriend and he married me. I often wonder if this contributes to his behavior of not factoring me into his plans and not considering my feelings. Lack of understanding of the basics of a relationship. Unless it’s just a male trait.

I really want to trust him, but I can’t. Not fully. It’s a conundrum because he appears so trustworthy, but that was the problem in the first place. Looks can be deceiving. I have this desire to hire a private detective to spy on him regularly and thoroughly check all his phone calls, etc. and…damn it, that’s just too much work! I shouldn’t have to live life feeling this way and I HATE that he’s responsible for making me feel this way! He has been away on business out of state and as far as I know, no OW are there. He’s coming back for the birth of our child. One of the OW lives in our county. He behaves as though it’s not a problem. He met this woman at a function at a location which we still visit from time to time. Whenever he mentions going there I tell him of my concern about seeing her and it’s almost as if he’s entertained by the idea and it’s sickening. A blog that I read, as negative as it is, helped me to understand something. It’s an ego boost for my husband to see me jealous and desiring to fight another woman over him (at least in theory). He has also mentioned going to this location himself as though it’s not a problem. My husband isn’t stupid but he behaves as though he is. I suppose he would just leap at the chance to see the woman he started an emotional affair with. He has told me that leaving these women alone is no problem, but I don’t believe him! It’s hard to believe anything he says!

This is some frustrating garbage. He can be so loving sometimes, but when I actually think about his behavior, he doesn’t have as much enthusiasm for me as he used to. This is normal after being together for a certain amount of time, but that doesn’t mean it should be accepted. He used to tell me what a great woman I was and he didn’t want to let me slip away. He treated me as though I was some sort of precious jewel, but now I have to remind him that he needs to consciously interact with me on that level. I know I’m old news, but we need to keep the spark going. It takes two to tango and I’m going to give him whatever tips he needs in order to keep dancing with me until death do we part. If he can’t change or relapses I think I may lose my mind. There’s so much work to be done, but hey, marriage.