Does anyone have any book recommendations for books on healing from infidelity? Love to hear if you have 😊
Another individual therapy session had today. Hubby couldn’t make it as he had surgery this week and already had two days off work. He’d been back from overseas business trip for a week then the surgery so things have been busy.
He went to work the day after he returned from his trip and I snooped in his bag. I feel as though I have the right, correct me if I’m wrong. I found his Iwatch which was unlocked so I read some messages.
There was one from his boss that was sent to my husband and the whore which said ‘to those overseas, just letting you know that Scott resigned today with no explanation. I’m not finding this HR role fun.’ HR is the whores position so obviously they were both overseas on this work trip even though when I asked him if she was going he said no.
I phoned my husband at work straight and asked him to tell me the truth, was she there. I told him about finding the message. He responded that I was reading too much into it and she was in China while he was in Budapest and offered to bring me her itinerary. I was so angry I just hung up.
I expected him to come home with itinerary in hand but a week has gone by and there has been no discussion. I thought he would approach me knowing I was upset but he didn’t. I finally confronted him asking why we hadn’t spoke of it and he said he thought I had calmed down and realised I was blowing it out of proportion. I said some pretty nasty things and went to bed.
He wrote me a note the next day which said how sorry he was and how sorry he feels that he hurt me. He said he wishes he could change what happened everyday. He said he loves me and wants me to stop finding reasons to be unhappy.
My therapist says that I have to ask him again calmly for the itinerary. If he goes on a rant about it I’m to stick to my guns and say I need him to prove to me that he can be trusted. He said to tell him he’s got a week to produce or I’ll go to her to get it.
This stuff is exhausting!
On the outside I smile to the world and seem to carry on like my world isn’t falling apart. On the inside the pain is immense. I feel like I really need the one person in the world I could depend on except that he is the one that has broken my world apart.
I remember d-day when I confronted him I told him that I didn’t know what had happened to me. I felt like a shadow of who I used to be. Since having our daughter I’ve lost myself and have struggled. I asked him to please help me. I said that he knew me the most out of anyone and that I needed him to help me. I feel that same desperation tonight. It’s come over me like a wave. I sit here and I hear the quiet of the house, everyone is asleep and I feel the devastation of my heart.
My heart and mind don’t understand any of this. They both seem to be refusing to comprehend that what we had is dead. This antidepressant is numbing the pain but it still seems to seep out of my minds crevice especially when I am quiet and I lay my head to sleep. It’s then that I feel it.
I don’t know what I’ve done to have him feel the way he does about me now. It somehow feels like all my fault. I know that practically that it’s not but how will I look at my daughter everyday when her daddy is gone. This is all so shitty.
Had another individual therapy session today. We spoke about why I’m drinking and what feeling I’m trying to push away. It’s a feeling of sadness and abandonment. It’s the coming to terms with what I thought my future might look like and the distinct possibility of it being without him. I said that I felt foolish for believing in us all this time and he said it’s not foolish it’s just how women are wired. He didn’t even think forward at all with regards to how this would affect his family. I can’t understand it.
I got a job. Just on weekends at this stage working in furniture retail. Not my dream job but it’s close to home. My therapist cautioned me about my husbands possible motive being that I work so I become less of a financial drain on him should we split and he wouldn’t have to pay as much maintenance. I have certainly thought about this scenario but am thinking me working 14 hours shouldn’t make much of a difference? If anyone out there has any experience on this thoughts would be appreciated as I havent had any legal advice yet. This isn’t the way I want to be thinking but my therapist cautioned that I would wise to keep that possibility in mind as he doesn’t know what my husbands motives are as he can’t read him and he hasn’t opened up really in therapy. I’m glad I’m not the only one trying to second guess my husbands motives.
He also said that if he can’t become emotionally available to me then he might suggest individual counselling for him.
I have a feeling a big talk will be had when he gets home regardless.
My husband is away for work for a week and it has given me some time to think. Overall I think I feel a real sense of abandonment. Part of me still can’t believe or maybe doesnt want to believe that my husband has done what he’s done to me. I’ve been trying to figure out what about his whole infidelity has affected me the most.
It’s the thought that the person I thought loved me could betray me like this. It’s the fact that he could throw away our daughter and I. It’s the realisation deep down in my gut that he doesnt love me anymore. I naively thought that I could never lose the love he had for me. I was so naive. It’s the sense of desolation i feel in my soul. The night that I confronted him or D-Day he said that he has many good memories of us. I feel like all of my memories are tainted. The past 20 years all I’ve known is him. Most of my memories are built with him. I went to make a photo mural wall in our new house but all the photos I went to put up of my life he was apart of it. How can I move on from this when all I am is entwined in him. How can I?
Another individual therapy session was had today. I’m writing this at a cafe over looking this beach. So beautiful. I’ve had an OK couple of days. Mother’s Day was a big day for me as it would of been my due date. It’s surreal to think that I could of had a newborn in my arms but it’s not to be. I’m becoming ok with that ever so slowly. I had a lovely Mother’s Day with my daughter. She made me breakfast in bed with the help of my husband and have me all sorts of little presents. She’s so precious.
I spoke to my husband a few days prior and out what a trigger this day is for me and asked him for support. I said that I’m coming to terms with the fact that he wasn’t supportive when I was pregnant but said that moving forward I need support and empathy. He still thinks I’m torturing myself but we just deal with things different. I do feel like he’s come to the party a little bit on this which is good.
In my session today we spoke about my anger towards my husband over the affair. Therapist said I need to get it out, externalise it. Just not sure at this stage what will work best for me. Hubby is away oversea for business for a week now which will give me a bit of head space,and no the Whore isn’t going along, I checked!
My plan is to start practicing a bit more self care. I want to start nourishing my body with good food, cut the drinking down and not medicate myself with food. I’m finding this a real struggle but therapist said when I work through all the emotions I won’t feel the need to fill myself in this way. Hope so because I’m running out of clothes that fit.
Had an individual therapy session today. We spoke about how my husband and I are talking more at home about each other’s day as was suggested but we aren’t committing to our homework which is 5 mins each of open discussion time of how we are each feeling. 5 mins with no interruption. These discussions tend to end up heated and turn into 2 hour emotional confrontations. It’s exhausting. I feel as though he doesn’t want to stay stuck on what I suppose I’m on, that being his affair. I’ve shyed away from the confrontation and we were trying to work out why I tend to do that. Therapist thinks it has to do with the situation with mum growing up. Most probably is.
The conclusion from today’s session was I need to be true to myself and discuss what’s important to me regardless of whether he agrees or not. So thats what I did tonight.
I spoke to my husband about how the week has been tough for me as my due date would of been Mother’s Day this Sunday. I only realised when I looked in my phones calendar and saw the predicted due date that I had put in. I told him that it’s important to me moving forward for me to feel that he is empathetic. I explained that I know we can’t change the past but moving forward he can try to support me.
We got stuck on the point he then made that his lack of support wasn’t isolated to the pregnancy, he said he hadn’t been involved or supportive of us before then. I agree we were drifting apart but we were still married and planning on adding to our family. It’s true what he admits which is he was a coward in that he couldn’t confront his feelings or take action one way or another. It was easier to blame me for it all and look elsewhere for fulfilment.
I truly don’t know if we can reconnect, forgive each other and move forward. There so much hurt between us, so much so that there are things we’ve both said and done that we don’t even remember. The pain from these events are real though.
He spoke about how having resilience is important and how he doesn’t know how to help me move forward. I said I feel like I’ve had monumental resilience. He thinks that I’m torturing myself over things. He says i need to busy my mind with other things. He also thinks we need to find a different therapist with a more pragmatic approach. See, we really do speak different languages! Part of the issue with the therapist is that he is almost a 2 hour drive away and he has to take half a day off work every fortnight. I understand that it’s hard and agree also that the travel is becoming more taxing but I like his non-pragmatic approach.
So that’s where we are at. No wonder I drink huh…