Even in My Dreams I am Heartbroken

I awoke to the wrenching feeling of heartbreak. I usually need a few moments to realize that I am not dreaming any longer and am actually awake. I quickly flashed through the dream I experienced and sadly realized the parallel storyline. In my dream I felt happiness, love, joy, delight then bewilderment, sorrow, and heartbreak.

My husband wasn’t in my dream. How could I be feeling such emotions? I felt an incredible loss. I started crying at the revelation knowing I cannot escape my heartbreak even in my dreams. How I wish the sadness would leave. Why does it persist?

I Have an Appointment

I guess this is good news even though I’m terrified. I have an appointment at The University of Penn Movement Disorder Clinic. The doctor I will be seeing is a new fellow who graduated from Yale. Hopefully being fresh out of medical school will keep him open-minded in regards to my conditions.

I still have to write my health timeline though. I am having difficulty starting. Trying to figure out a proper template is perplexing. I wish I could just spill all the events out of my brain onto paper in an orderly fashion. Instead I’m stuck. I have less than two months before my appointment and I need to be ready.

Anyone have any ideas? I’m in serious need of help!

Why am I this ill?

I have not written a post in quite a long time, perhaps years. I’d have to look to see when my last post occurred.

My life is not heading where my expectations did awhile ago. Nothing about my life is as I envisioned. I grieve daily for the longings in my heart. I make sure not to dwell and am thankful for what I do have now. However, my living is impacted severely by various illnesses that have crept up on me over the past few years. Where they came from I can only gather from genetics with a slim history on my Father’s side.

My own Mother is a wonderful gift. She is healthy, active and working well past retirement. I used to have as much energy as she does but now I struggle to stay awake during the day. I take at least one nap if not two each day depending on my activity level. The more active I am, the more I sleep. It feels like a curse sleeping for 2 or 3 hours during the daylight.

I now also own various mobility equipment. I have three canes, two pairs of crutches, and a wheelchair. I can barely get upstairs anymore. Six steps up and my legs refuse to cooperate. I’m usually stuck with four more steps that I have to sit, wait, and crawl up. Thankfully I have two bannisters I can use to pull myself up with although I hope I don’t pull any upper muscles in the process.

As for my marriage, it’s been one year since we stopped marriage counseling. The husband refused to go anymore. He said I’m the problem and that I’m responsible for driving him to have an affair. As if! I know I had nothing to do with decisions he made unilaterally. It’s just another lie he tells himself to not feel crummy I suppose. We don’t really talk anymore.

I’m thankful I get to see my children everyday, I have a place to live, a car to drive, food to eat and health insurance. I am grateful for my husband who goes to the pharmacy to pick-up my many prescriptions. He does the grocery shopping as well. He even cooks yummy food when I’m unable, which is often.

During this Covid-19 pandemic, I have been furloughed. I haven’t received any unemployment and trying to get through to the labor office is daunting and exhausting. I’ll keep calling and emailing them. The husband is working from home and goes in one day a week to his place of employment. We are both trying to deperately get our children to do their online schoolwork. It’s quite frustrating with me being mostly bed bound and him working we are doing what we can. I feel as if I’m failing. I know I’m doing what I can though.

Today I am experiencing dizziness and vertigo. It’s almost as if my body is acting drunk while I’m fully cognizant. Apparently Autonomic Nervous System Dysfunction or Dysautonomia will do this to me sometimes. Not often anymore since I started the medication for sinus tachycardia two years ago. Interesting to note that the tachycardia started in the few months after I found out about my husband’s affair. It was quite unsettling and painful. I was fainting and scared. Innapropriate Sinus Tachycardia was the diagnosis. Then next was Ehlers-Danlos Hypermobility. Then onto Ataxia of Unknown Origin. This is the reason for the crutches and wheelchair. Those aids give me some freedom. Next came the most recent diseases; Ulcerative Colitis and Spondyloarthritis. Apparently they can be related and with me testing positive for HLA-B27 gene, it’s more likely than not.

I’ve started on a biologic medication after a brief few days in the hospital before the pandemic. It has not helped relieve symptoms yet. I’m still waiting. I have no idea how I’d be able to work with this disease activity. I’m waiting for work to call me back. I hope this disease gets under control by then and soon! With many doctors visits and specialists consisting of Rheumatology, Geneticist, Cardiology, Gastroenterology, Neurology, Endocrinology, Neurosurgeon, Physiatry, Psychology, Allergy/Immunology, Infectious Diseases; I have no idea how I manage. No less than five of my specialists recommend I go to the University of Pennsylvania Hospital, Johns Hopkins Hospital and Jefferson Hospital for a more complete work up and diagnosis. That is daunting and overwhelming to me. I’m waiting until the pandemic is over though and then I’ll make an appointment.

I hope everyone else is doing well. The WordPress algorithm makes reading about my online WordPress friends difficult but I will do my best to catch up! If I knew how to attach a picture with the new format I would. Perhaps I’ll add one later today.

Well, Well

I’m tired.

No.

I’m exhausted.

I need to trust myself.

I’m not wrong in my observations.

I’m sad.

Very very sad.

I wish I had been able to be stronger the past decade.

Chronic pain and illness hinders that strength.

I wish I had someone to help me.

I don’t though. I am alone.

Being alone used to make me stronger.

Except now I need help to wash my hair.

23 FEB 2018

Matters that Matter

I’ve needed a very long time to re-collect my thoughts and start to write again.

Even if my writing is only about my pain, my perception, and my experience.

I need to get the words out or I will be consumed by them.

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Please understand I was in such a lonely, scared place consumed with physical nerve pain for years at this point. I couldn’t think clearly.

  1. I used to tell myself it didn’t matter what Mr. Husband was doing as long as he came home to his family at night. That’s the poor standard I set; that he was only coming home safely at night to our children and I.
  2. It didn’t matter that he was grouchy when he arrived home. He has a long commute after all.
  3. It didn’t matter that he was angry and didn’t talk to me for days or weeks on end. Surely he was stressed.
  4. It didn’t matter that he stopped calling me to chat. He was very busy at work.
  5. It didn’t matter that he stopped texting me. Surely he is just preoccupied with his work duties.
  6. It didn’t matter that he stopped giving me “Loving You”, “Missing You” and “My Wife…cards. I’m certain he just hasn’t had the time or money to stop by the store and look for a card.
  7. It didn’t matter that he no longer gave me nice tight hugs or even a half-way hug once in awhile. He was just overwhelmed with responsibility.
  8. It didn’t matter that he stopped holding me at night even when I was cold or crying in pain. Surely he just didn’t know what to do right?
  9. It didn’t matter that he took his wedding ring off sometimes. He said it was uncomfortable on him. His being comfortable is important afterall.
  10. It didn’t matter he was short tempered with our children. This was his first time parenting and he didn’t know what to do yet.

It didn’t matter.

None of it mattered because I was here persevering, taking care of the bills, the laundry, the cloth diapers, the meals, the house, our children, and still loving him and being strong for both of us.

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Until it did Matter.

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I trusted Mr. Husband, my spouse, the man who knew my day-to-day physical pain, and the pain of turmoil throughout my life, to have my back and our best interests at heart.

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  1. It matters what he is thinking about while away at work.
  2. It matters who he is conversing with when he is not with me.
  3. It matters what he writes about me when he writes in his journal.
  4. It matters what false attributions he is placing on me to justify his poor behavior.
  5. It matters that he stopped wearing his wedding ring.
  6. It matters that he stopped being physically caring and affectionate toward me.
  7. It matters that he isn’t trying to be kind and loving to our children.
  8. It matters when he is only telling you about the other girls at work and not asking you about your own day.
  9. It matters when he no longer has the smile for you he once did.

It matters because in his own head he divorced me and I had no idea.

I just do not know how to get over this unilateral decision about his commitment to me and us, our marriage, our life, our children, and our future.

How is one able to just separate themselves emotionally and physically from their spouse and their life? It wasn’t as if I didn’t feel what was happening with us. I sure did and I asked him about it; expressed my wishes and tried to communicate which only made him steer further away.

No wonder I was confused!

His behavior is a cowards’ tactic. He knows what responsible, mature, kind and loving actions consist of toward his wife and children but he didn’t choose that route.

The children and I are collateral damage to him in the pursuit of what he selfishly wanted.

All of the above is indescribable emotional pain bestowed from a trusted spouse and that matters to me.

It matters how and what one speaks to their spouse along with the tone that is used.

Once hurtful, cruel words are spoken, they cannot be taken back or cut out of ones’ memory. They cannot be excused as a tantrum or as ‘being in a dark place’.

I will no longer tolerate disrespect toward my children because they matter to me.

I will no longer tolerate disrespect of any kind because I matter to me.

Post originally started 14-APR, 2016. The words still hold true today 13-DEC, 2017.

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Failed or Bailed?

Mr. Husband admits to failing with me over the course of his years-long affair.

I have been thinking periodically over whether the word “failed” is accurate.

I believe the word “bailed” is more appropriate for his actions or lack thereof with me.

Here’s why: In order to fail, you must actually try to succeed. There is also failing by letting someone down by not meeting their expectations.

To bail on someone is to abandon a commitment, obligation, or responsibility.

This is exactly what Mr. Husband’s actions showed. He chose to turn away from his vows, wife, and children for short-term “fun”. That’s not failing in anyway except by giving in to his lustful feelings.

He definitely bailed

10-AUG 2017

I Didn’t Know.

My husband knew everything I had been through in my life and listened to the pain it had caused me.

I once admired his patience and calmness.

I never thought my husband would ever hurt me like the others had hurt me. He was the one person I trusted and never thought would ever lie to me.

I’ve spoken to him these words written above and all I received was silence from him.

I will definitely ask him again as we traipse stutteringly through this journey.

There is much I still need to ask of him and to see from him.

I didn’t know I had to be wary of my husband’s niceties or his silence.

I didn’t know my husband would outright lie to me by omission and later tell me truth is relative.

I didn’t know my husband was a very selfish man.

I didn’t know my husband was emotionally stunted due to his neglectful, mentally ill mother.

I didn’t know my husband was having great difficulties managing being a step-dad and also a new father to our brand new baby.

I didn’t know my husband felt helpless when I was in horrific pain.

I didn’t know he didn’t know how to communicate effectively.

I didn’t know my husband’s best coping strategies were avoidance and escapism.

I yearned for his hugs and loving glances.

I didn’t know another was receiving what I was missing.

I always thought my husband was the better man I deserved.

Now, I know I deserve better.

I’m in Pain

I do not like the times I am in physical pain.

A whole host of uncomfortable states start to erupt.

Fear.

Anxiety.

Sadness.

Insecurity.

Vulnerability.

Frustration.

Envy.

Anger.

I try to be brave and smile pretending I’m not defective.

I try to not let the fact that I’m terrified my spouse will cheat again when I’m enveloped by the depths of unending physical pain.

I wish I am still loved even when I’m in pain.

I deserve to be loved wholeheartedly.

All I need is to know someone is still there to hold me until I can walk again.

If my spouse is unwilling to help me through this, I’d rather be alone.

When I’m alone and in pain, I can comfort myself more easily.

Perhaps due to not having someone else’s expectations turn into disappointment.

Perhaps knowing that when I was at my worst pain physically before, my spouse used my pain to get sympathy from his friends and his howorker.

He turned against me in all ways possible a spouse could.

I no longer was adored or appreciated.

I was discarded.

He doesn’t think he’s done anything wrong.

We are again at a crossroads and I’m still in pain.

I wish I had the insight and strength to move forward.

I keep getting caught in the web of the past.

I’m sure my physical pain is now a trigger.

I want to go back to feeling safe and secure.

I’ll try anything and everything to find this place of serenity.

Nothing works anymore it seems.

I just feel broken.

My Definition of…..

…..an affair from now on is….

Pursuing attention from another woman.

The pursuant is the problem.

Attention seeking is the motive.

Blaming his spouse for his negative feelings is his catalyst.

How sad he doesn’t see his accountability due to his behavior as him avoiding differentiation.

He says he has his reasons. If he would only introspect upon himself, but alas he is unable. He lacks empathy.

He treated me horribly for years.

Examples of his improper behavior:

  • Being emotionally unavailable.
  • Retreating after provocation of another.
  • Blaming the provoked person’s reaction.
  • Flirting with other women.
  • Watching porn.
  • Refusing to communicate.
  • Instilling the silent treatment for weeks on end.
  • Criticizing his partner explained as his ‘feelings’.
  • Insulting his partner and children.
  • Angry outbursts.
  • Complaints after complaints while refusing to help.
  • Lying and deceiving his partner repeatedly.
  • Refusing to help his partner in any way.
  • Not sharing finances.
  • Refusing to parent the children.
  • Refusing to seek help for his concerns.
  • Believing that his partners’ physical pain is fake.
  • Telling his partner he no longer loved her.
  • Then a week later denying such was ever spoken.
  • More gaslighting by telling his partner she is a bad mother.

Telling his wife he doesn’t respect or value her. Having zero reasons for above comments except to get a reaction to allow him to believe the lies he is telling himself. This helps him continue the facade of his affair.

There is much more than I care to write now. I no longer wish to feel anger or despair. I am despondent. Our bond is gone. Neither of us wear our wedding rings anymore. There are no wedding pictures on the wall. My joy and happiness has been stolen. My dreams are shattered. My life is in shambles.

I’m keeping myself plenty busy these days. I’m grateful for my employment. I love my job. I love my children yet my heart breaks for them. I never wanted my children to feel the heartache I did growing up. I’m trying my best. That is all I can do for now.

The Bond

February 8, 2017
What exactly is a bond?

When I look up the word in my search engine, I come up with either a noun or a verb.

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There’s even bonds for promises of money after a certain period of time. Those are fun!

What about people?

How are people bonded?

Hopefully willingly.

Sometimes unwillingly as in traumatic bonding and captive keeping.

When I married, I felt that my husband and I had made promises in front of our family and friends that were unbreakable. Together we had made a willing bond, a pact with each other.

Or so I thought.

I was correct for part of my feelings.

Yes, I made promises that were and are to me, unbreakable.

I, however, am not responsible for my husband’s promises.

I thought he felt the same as I.

I thought he wanted to love someone as much as they loved him.

I read in his own words that he wanted this kind of love.

I felt joy whenever I was even thinking of him. This wonderful man of mine, My Husband.

My joy was stolen. My husband chose to ignore his inner moral rightful voice for short-term excitement.

He broke what I thought was unbreakable.

What he did not realize is who he was hurting in all of his fun. He hurt his wife and children as well as himself for what?

For purely selfish reasons.

What those reasons were certainly matters. I have no control over his behavior or reasons though.

For me, that feels cripplingly vulnerable and powerless.

Trust has to be present to keep a bond together. Trust is found in attention, attraction, sharing and exchanging of information with one another. This is how bonds form.

……A little time, some talking, some sharing, laughing, attention and attraction are all that is needed.

Trust has to be maintained by repeated, consistent, sustained efforts over a period of time. This type of trust, keeps the bond together.

Trust and a Bond. They are both invaluable.

Break one and a destruction of the whole occurs.

Sometimes the broken bits go on to form a new bond or they become volatile.

Which occurs depends on what is around when the bond breaks. Stay with me here, this all makes sense from an evolutionary concept…….

Now just before our wedding anniversary, the first one after D-Day, I stated I did not want to acknowledge the day because I felt sadness in my heart and body.

My husband had stated he wanted to celebrate our wedding anniversary because we had a history and a bond. I looked quizzically at him and asked him “Where was this bond between us when you were with her?” “Seems convenient that your bond can be utilized at will and discarded when it suits your desires.

When I had read his documents a few weeks before this conversation above occurred, I had found a note he wrote to himself about our wedding anniversary one year before. He wrote, “What do I want for our anniversary? Bugs, I want a divorce.”

I was crushed reading that simple note.

I begged my heart not to break anymore for fear this time I would surely be closer to dying.

I remember clearly the day he wrote that entry. It was a Sunday, six days before our wedding anniversary date. I was excited because I had finally started to feel better physically. I remember asking him what he wanted to do for our anniversary and stating I wanted to celebrate somewhere special. I didn’t know where but to me, anywhere was special with him by my side.

I too thought we had a bond that would carry us through anything in life. That we would weather the good and the bad times supporting each other. I was wrong.

I lost my best friend, my husband, father of my youngest children. I didn’t let him go though. He left willingly into the fantasy world consisting of he and his married co-worker. I don’t know who that man is to me. I hate that person. As much as I wish, I cannot erase him as he does exist.

For months I was numb.

I kept thinking somehow surely there was a mistake! This is not real! This wasn’t happening again! I trusted him and thought he trusted me, this has to be a joke!

No, this was real. My love has had an affair. Our bond had been broken.

I gasped for air just to breathe the tiniest breath only to collapse again in despair.

What hath my love done?

Over and over endlessly that phrase kept playing in my mind. I cannot make the repeating painful words and images stop.

To what extent the affair went I may never be told, but I know my inner voice knows the truth of what happened. I’m not stupid.

What happens to our bond now? Well as stated above once broken, we can bond with another or become volatile. There may even be another solution I’m not aware about. I should have paid more attention in my Organic Chemistry classes then maybe I would understand.

Maybe we can even bond with the piece we had before. That seems to be the most difficult to accomplish.

Why?

Because the bond can never be the same.

Questions to Ask Your Disloyal Spouse/Partner/Cheater.  I Need Your Help!

I have not written in quite some time and I’ll explain why in another post.  I have many drafts that I need to finish and will post as well.

I have what I feel is a unique opportunity.  I get to ask my husband, who betrayed me by his infidelity, any questions that I have regarding said betrayal and more.  The catch is once I ask, and I get an answer, I can never ask the questions again.  This is Hounselors idea.  She has done this once before for a couple and it helped the betrayed to overcome her sadness and trauma.

I have been having nightmares and triggers that I am not aware at the time are causing me to ruminate and get stuck.  I want to be unstuck.  We are still rebuilding and we both want to make this marriage work for us and our children.  
My husband has apologized and is remorseful.  There have been many revelations these past 18 months since DDay.  I will post more later.  Without further ado,

What important question or questions would you ask your disloyal spouse/unfaithful partner/cheater?

Profoundness

I am very proud of myself today for the realizations I have made are profound.

Last night my husband and I saw the Hounselor and I was talking about guidelines of what I would need for my husband to come back home.  I only stated two pretty benign reasons dealing with a few triggers I have regarding him that involved getting rid of current furniture and fixing the master bathroom to be usable again.  The other requirement was he stay in individual counseling.  

I have not given any timeline yet because I still fear his reaction and I know I have 10.5 months left with a PFA.  That is time granted to me for me to heal on my own.

Each time I mentioned a requirement guideline though, I was met with resistance instead of positive possibility.  Hounselor said my husband needs to work on his defensiveness and figure out why he is not open to ideas and helping instead.  She had to speak the affirming positive statements for him to learn by example.  This was beneficial to me as well because I have lived with my husbands negativity for far too long and I had become immune to what and how a positive statement regarding my requirements even sounded like anymore.

I believe that my own process of moving through the emotional trauma bestowed onto me by my husbands poor choices and actions, as well as some of my behavior I need to be accountable for, are taking much longer for me to process than both my husband and Hounselor would like.  I will try to make sure I state this in the next session if possible because rushing me, will not help.  This is my time to heal and figure what I need and want in my life.

After our session, my husband and I talked for a bit in the lobby.  We went over a few scenarios about what he would like to see in our relationship.  I agreed and know we need more understanding, patience and love shown by both partners more often.

My husband told me how miserable he is without me and how he knows now he only wants to be with me.  I questioned him on this a little because I obviously have serious doubts.  He said due to where he is living, he is getting to a place where he doesn’t like himself.  I wish I had the words to say right at the time but I didn’t.  I blame my slow processing speed.  I feel only a little pity regarding his statement, because I did manage to say, “I think you would prefer living in a place on your own.”  I still believe this.  

He then stated he loved me and I could see his eyes were waiting, searching for my reply.  I hesitated momentarily and thought saying the words back couldn’t hurt me so I did.  

I said, “I love you, I know that.” 

Then I stated much to our surprise, “In order for you to come home, I need to make sure I am still able to love myself while also loving you.”

Of course my husband rebutted by saying I made things more complicated now.  I just shrugged my shoulders and said “Its time for me to leave now.”

On the drive home I realized what a profound statement I had made.  I declared my own self-worth independent from him!

I asserted my needs in a healthy productive manner and I hadn’t even realized it at the time.  This is profound!  I am so proud of myself.  I had to share with all of you!

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Nostalgia and Wrenches

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Nostalgia is upon us.

……The longing for the past with wistful affection knowing the sentimentality of it all lies in memories.

……To look to a time that made you happy and feel sadness that it is not present at this very moment.

……The organic longing of the heart, mind, and soul looking for solace in the past.

I was nostalgic about my husband even with a broken heart for at least 12 months and possibly even longer. Maybe continuing into years from before if I count the time when I felt alone knowing my husband had emotionally divorced from our marriage. I wanted to know where the love went. I still want to know and exactly what happened to get to this point.

However, I did not feel the same wishes from my husband.

I felt contempt and anger from him.

I felt resentment spewing from him at practically every breath.

I felt emotionally abandoned again.

I felt my boundaries were bent so far down that the only way out was to fight back because I was scared. I was scared for myself and for my children. I could not let them subconsciously learn that this behavior was acceptable for them to grow into adults and carry it forth.

This brings forth the same question I’ve been trying to answer without much success.

What to do? This is the forever question I have in my mind yet again.

I am a planner, an organizer (when I’m able and not exhausted), ambitious, a person with initiative. I like goals and plans. I look to the future naively optimistic most times to my inevitable detriment.

I want my marriage to work itself out and for us to be happier in the long-run navigating through these bumps, crevices, canyons, and near misses off the path to wherever it is we are going.

Husband has been bringing me flowers in marriage counseling. He has apologized and apologized again naming everything he has done bringing us to this point in time.

Here is what he wrote and spoke to me in counseling a week ago,

“Bugs,

I am sorry that you have ever felt so much as a hint of threat from me, your husband.

You should never need to feel that way.

You should feel loved, special, and cherished.

I am sorry for every hug that I was too busy for,

I am sorry for every careless or insensitive word.

I am sorry for every night we went to bed without you feeling absolute love from your husband.

I am sorry for every email that I didn’t answer.

I am sorry for taking your presence & your love for granted.

I am sorry for not offering to help more often when you weren’t feeling well.

I am sorry for betraying your trust and not trying harder to rebuild it.

I am sorry for ever making you feel that I was too busy or distracted to hear what you had to say.

I am sorry for every time that I got defensive when all that you needed was reassurance.

Bugs,

Your absence in my life is like an open wound and I regret every moment that we are apart.

I miss hearing your voice and feeling your touch.

I miss touching your hair at night.

I miss your texts, even the mundane ones.

I miss that you are never quite sure what to do with your face when I take your picture.

I miss your sandwiches and your notes.

I miss washing your hair and laying with you after a shower.

I miss our life together and I am so sorry that I took you and your love for granted.

Love Always,

Your Husband”

This nostalgia is nice and sweet to hear from my husband.

Here’s the problem. I am scared. I am fearful of the unknown.

Last night he said I was the one person that is a priority in his life. That he only wants and has only ever wanted to be with me.

I want those same aspects.

Except now, somehow there has managed to be thrown another kink into the pot again!

There is a warrant out for his arrest. There was a violation of the PFA on the first day of visitation as he was dropping the children off back home and I was fearful because he came up to the house and opened the front door to hand me an empty fast food cup and a paper from my youngest child. Clearly not important items.

He spoke and said, “Oh, am I not supposed to be this close?”. I said, “No, curbside” and quickly shut the door. I didn’t know what to do so I called the police non-emergency asking if what just happened was a violation.

Indeed it was and the responding police officer came to the house after the children had gone to bed to ask me questions in person. The police officer asked if the words My Husband spoke were facetious and I answered that it sounded sarcastic or sardonic.

Neither of those are good.

The police officer put a notice out for his arrest. The arrest was out of my hands even though I told him we were trying to reconcile but I did not know my husbands’ intent since we had not spoken in almost two weeks. I was scared.

During our Hounselor session last night, I told my husband about the arrest warrant and ruined our whole counseling session, but then again it wasn’t all me. Husband was clearly angry and distraught. With good reason. He left and sat in the car but then came back.

I explained to him how I called the responding police officer and the officer on duty to find out how to get the arrest warrant revoked. They said I could have it revoked since I am the victim. They told me to call the Attorney General’s office for this. I called the attorney generals’ office twice and finally got through to a woman who helped me but said there was nothing she could do that it was in the State’s hands now, that he needed to turn himself in and it would be downgraded to a stay of judgment and he would be put on low-level probation which would more than likely be exempt from doing more than a few months. The misdemeanor charge would be expunged from his record and he would not have to spend any time in jail. I explained to her how we were reconciling and I did not know what my husbands intent was at that time; how I was scared and we have since been communicative in marriage counseling and I did not want to ruin the progress we have made. She basically said he needed to be accountable for his actions and I said I understood but please isn’t there anything I could do? I do not know what else to do here. I certainly do not want to waste anyone’s time since these orders are taken seriously. I am grateful for the protection for myself and other women but wish there was something I could do to turn this event around.

Afterwards husband and I talked for a little bit in the waiting area with Hounselor’s knowledge. Husband told me he did indeed tell his mother and father everything that had happened to lead up to this point. He told them about his affair. I thanked him and said I was glad his parents still loved him and that I did too.

Now, What to do?

idk or even idkwtd

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Demolished Trust

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I believe trust between two people is needed to feel secure and happy in a relationship.  Trust creates a special kinship between those two separate people that no one else can share.  To trust another is to have confidence in them regarding their choices, integrity, and character.  To trust a spouse means you feel they have the ability to discern their own needs along with your best interests and needs at heart while finding a way to meet all of those needs with one another together.

When one person demolishes that trusting bond between them, how can they ever regain the others’ trust again?  

Can they ever?  

What does this entail?

What is needed?

When your spouse, after exposing his infidelity, deems his coworkers opinions of him in higher regard than his spouses’ opinion of him, there is a problem with trust.

When the disloyal spouse doesn’t trust his loyal spouse there is a huge problem.

I found this talk by Esther Perel to bring insight into my worldview,

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I am definitely having trouble trusting my husband.  I should be having trouble after what happened.  While looking in my eyes on Christmas Eve 2014, he lied to my face about what AS had really told him, his subsequent actions regarding those words, and reasons for what he did that day.  That deliberate cruel action coupled with more lies upon more lies is difficult to comprehend for me let alone to forgive.  

Most of the time now, I feel as if my life is running a trust meme theater across my eyes at any given moment.  

Here are some I ponder about trust:

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This one below hits me hard.  After my horrible first marriage, of which, my current husband knew about and helped pull me out of the brink of darkness, I am having major regrets, doubts, and trust issues because of his disloyal cruel behavior.
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Being reserved in trusting someone again feels like playing with fire and a wild tiger trapped in a cage.  Not thrilling but terrifying.

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Ha!  This one below I like because my husband said about six months ago that I needed to trust him at face value.  How do you do that now I ask?

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Now I feel like these and that makes me sad.  

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Then my mind goes here:  
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A business model approach to trust.  Very straightforward.

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Then reality sets in again and :  
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This one I should believe but I am still in denial.  Why, I have no idea!!!!

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Not sure about this one,

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Of course I did and still do to some extent.
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For the last one, I know that I should trust myself more than I am currently.  That is going to take some time and forgiveness on my part to accept that I had no reason to distrust my husband at all until he gave me a real reason.  I am having trouble with acceptance.

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Turn it Up Loud

Linked below is the song I heard driving home from marriage counseling tonight.

The husband gave me flowers and a long-awaited apology. I did accept the flowers and the apology but I will admit I don’t know by accepting “gifts”, what that means on my part.

He wants me to forgive him. He wants me to drop the PFA.

He said getting the PFA was a mistake.

He asked me if I still felt love in my heart for him. I answered: “I’m here at marriage counseling to reconcile and rebuild. That should count for something.”

I guess I didn’t answer the original question because I’m still afraid of his anger.

Well, there’s a double session for Friday night where I present more of my relationship guidelines to him and vice versa.

I also need to get a copy of “The Seven Principles for Making Marriage Work” by John Gottman. I already have a copy of the companion workbook by the same author that accompanies the book.

I’m still feeling very confused especially since after last week he told his family to not contact me anymore. What?

I’ve never told anyone in my family not to contact him. That is ridiculous especially since his mother was going to be the one to watch the kids for me while I attended marriage counseling. Guess not anymore!

Enjoy the music. Turn it up loud!

Mr Know It All – Kelly Clarkson

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Lyrics to Mr. Know it All sung by Kelly Clarkson

“Mr Know It All
Well ya think you know it all
But ya don’t know a thing at all
Ain’t it something y’all
When somebody tells you something bout you
Think that they know you more than you do
So you take it down another pill to swallow

Mr bring me down
Well ya like to bring me down don’t ya
But I ain’t laying down, baby
I ain’t going down
Can’t nobody tell me how it’s gonna be
Nobody gonna make a fool out of me
Baby you should know that I lead not follow

Oh you think that you know me, know me
That’s why I’m leaving you lonely, lonely
‘Cause baby you don’t know a thing about me
You don’t know a thing about me
You ain’t got the right to tell me
When and where to go, no right to tell me
Acting like you own me lately
Yeah baby you don’t know a thing about me
You don’t know a thing about me

Mr Play Your Games
Only got yourself to blame
When you want me back again
But I ain’t falling back again
‘Cause I’m living my truth without your lies
Let’s be clear baby this is goodbye
I ain’t coming back tomorrow

Oh you think that you know me, know me
That’s why I’m leaving you lonely, lonely
‘Cause baby you don’t know a thing about me
You don’t know a thing about me
You ain’t got the right to tell me
When and where to go, no right to tell me
Acting like you own me lately
Yeah baby you don’t know a thing about me
You don’t know a thing about me

So what, you’ve got the world at your feet
And you know everything about everything
But you don’t
You still think I’m coming back but baby you’ll see

Oh you think that you know me, know me
That’s why I’m leaving you lonely, lonely
‘Cause baby you don’t know a thing about me
You don’t know a thing about me
You ain’t got the right to tell me
When and where to go, no right to tell me
Acting like you own me lately
Yeah baby you don’t know a thing about me
You don’t know a thing about me

Mr Know It All
Well ya think you know it all
But ya don’t know a thing at all
Yeah baby you don’t know a thing about me
You don’t know a thing about me”

Written by Brett James, Ester Dean, Dante Jones, Brian Seals • Copyright © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc, Universal Music Publishing Group

Goodnight everyone. Thanks for reading.

2-FEB 2016

This is My Life Right Now

There have been major changes in my family dynamic and no one is happy.

I had my husband removed from our home through an ex parte Protection From Abuse Order (PFA). At the subsequent court date, the PFA was granted through consent by him for a one year period.

I am so sad that this is the choice I had to make. I could not tolerate the escalating anger and abuse any longer. I honestly am not sure what is going on in my life. This situation is certainly not anything I had ever imagined happening with us.

For the moment, we are still in marriage counseling. I don’t know what to think or anticipate. Either this situation is a wake-up call or a sign that the end is near.

This is not what I envisioned our life to be on our wedding day to the love of my life. I suppose I need to redefine my life now.

I found this guided meditation (warning of swear words) helpful:

22-JAN 2016

Politics in Motion

After last week’s Hounselor session where I exclaimed I no longer cared about past events or no longer needed or wanted an apology.  That I am feeling this way to hopefully try to take a step back and look at everything in our relationship and my life as a whole piece.

Of course, intense word politics ensued between us.  

Hounselor knows exactly why I’m saying “I don’t care” without me fully knowing why or her stating why out loud.  She told my husband that he needs to put out the fire (me) soon before it’s too late.  She is that good.  

Afterwards, my husband says he sees I’m detached.   

He says he’s scared.  

He says he was detached when he was having his affair.  

I said, “I know”.  That’s why I was constantly asking you for years, “What is going on with you?”, “What’s going on with us?”  I was begging him to communicate with me.  I didn’t know he was detached emotionally at the time though, I just knew our relationship felt empty, hollow and missing a key core element.  I didn’t know what that element was though.

I said to myself after he said how he was detached written above , “Good.  Then he knows what it means.”

He should be scared.  He was the one who emotionally divorced from our marriage nine long years ago.

He fucked up big time during this time emotionally away.

He keeps fucking it all up even more now because he is selfish and is emotionally absent.  He is unable to see the bigger picture.  He cannot fathom a positive outcome about anything.

He says he is afraid to see an individual counselor because he/she will tell him he shouldn’t stay in this marriage.  I tried to explain to him a counselor would not tell you what to do, only help you come to the conclusion you feel and want.  This statement he made did not make sense to me.

But then, Oh then, came a revelation from me this weekend!  He is blame shifting the reason he has about not seeing a counselor.  In fact this weekend, he said that he doesn’t know whether he wants to stay married to me or not.  He said if one of his buddies was telling him what was going on in his marriage and had the same story as him, he would tell him to get out.  Nice.  No encouragement or offers of help at all.  An answer of absolution.  And to think he complains when I use absolutes.

My husband said in order for him to keep his family together, he had to make himself numb all those years ago.  He said if he hadn’t done this, he would have already left me physically.  

There is the reveal.  This is telling!  My husband said he doesn’t know whether he wants to stay to keep the family intact or to leave and be happy by himself.  I think he is torn but I do think he really would rather leave. 

Apparently he has been feeling this way since March.  This explains so much!  Let’s see this explains:  His unwillingness to communicate in a healthy manner, his inability to have empathy towards me, his understanding of his wrongdoings in our marriage, and his disloyalty role in our marriage narrative. 

This also explains my innermost feelings for years that told me, “Danger, Danger Malfunction is Occurring.  I wasn’t quite sure what was happening or how to diagnose the problem.  I prodded the problem areas with questions but was being lied to pretty much the whole time (I didn’t know this at the time though).  I waited to see what would happen but all was quiet except when he was disgruntled.

Gosh there is much more that I need to process and write about this past weekend but I’ll write more on that another time.

There is a reason I am not a politician.  I am too nice.

Reblog:  Eccedentesiast

I read this and saw myself.  Now if I can figure out how to pronounce the word eccedentesiast, I’ll be good.
Eccedentesiast (n.) Someone who hides pain behind a smile. It’s a great big world, full of people who pretend. They mask their true feelings with a fake emotion. This talent, is the greatest weapon a man can carry. Pain was quite an unusual feeling for her. She wanted to be free of it but would go […]

https://lettersfromnebula.wordpress.com/2015/12/10/eccedentesiast/

Reblog:  KNOW YOUR WORTH: Tips for Building Self-Worth

Reblog notes:  I love this and I feel is important for one to know about themselves this way!
Currently, I’m striving to build my own self-worth and hopefully these tips will help. “If you want to improve your self-worth, stop giving other people the calculator.” – Tim Fargo This article appeared in (PsychCentral.com) article written by: Donna M. White Upon seeing this quote, I found it to be very powerful.  It made me take a […]

https://cherished79.wordpress.com/2015/12/13/know-your-worth-tips-for-building-self-worth/

Reblog from scornedwifeblog: Negative Consequences of an Affair

Thank you, TheClip, for providing this link from “About Relationships”.  It describes my cheating spouse’s behavior and treatment of me to the dime. It helps explain and confirm that healing from the side of the faithful spouse is a longer, harder journey especially when the cheating spouse continues to try to force me to pay […]

https://scornedwifeblog.com/2015/12/13/negative-consequences-of-an-affair/

Red Wound

I would rather not be writing a post of this nature but here I am writing about a place I never thought I would encounter.  

Of course I thought my marriage was immune to the deceits of infidelity and that’s how I ended up here writing this whole blog about the crappy parts of my life.

That long jagged thorny stick is still poking around in my wounded heart.

Blood, thick with sorrow and lost dreams pours out onto my feet. I walk far away and leave behind bloody footprints for others to wonder what the hell happened.

Eventually I am going to run out of feeling the all-consuming pain.

I think I might actually run out of my thick viscous blood first.

I actually woke up today and for the first time I did not care what has happened to me nor to the the people that hurt me deep down into my soul.  This is not where I expected to be at this point in time, if ever.

I trusted another person with keeping my heart safe instead of holding it tightly myself.   I failed miserably and freely placed my heart in harm’s way.  How was I to know?  I couldn’t know since I trusted my husband.  I didn’t know he was this emotionally stunted.

I wish I could be a strong, resilient, empowered woman who knows the correct phrases to say to appease the man I married.  I wish I would be able to cater to his insecurities and needs while still acknowledging and meeting my own needs.  Alas, I know I am unable do this.  Perhaps if I had known this technique before his affair ever started or before I became chronically ill, there might have been more of a chance.  I’m emotionally and physically exhausted just with fighting my own self every moment of everyday to physically do what I need.

My stupid chronic pain that feels like having tendinitis/tendonosis all over my body 24 hours a day along with bodywide joint pain, all-over peripheral neuropathy and cognitive issues just makes life miserable and challenging for me in every single aspect of my day-to-day life.  Everything is a physical challenge.  I’m only going to get worse over time as it is suspected that it is mitochondrial damage.

Lately though, I can see a difference in my husband.  He is a different man than I once knew.  I see him trying to be nice and show love but the sincerity and the genuineness is gone.  When I look into his eyes, I do not recognize him any longer.  This is not the man that I thought cherished me a long time ago.  If I swallow my pain and misery and leave him alone to do as he pleases, the environment where we live is bearable.  I tried being assertive and it just backfires.  

I see multiple individual counselors along with the Hounselor.  There are only two sessions left with the Hounselor.  

At the last meeting (individually with Hounselor), I was basically told to never expect an apology from my husband because he will never have any idea of how much damage he bestowed upon me from his affair.  He honestly doesn’t think he did anything wrong.  Confirmation that he most likely has been lying to me our entire relationship was difficult to hear.  I was told to read, “Disarming the Narcissist” to find out how to be empathetic toward him despite what selfishness he has enacted.  I was told it is a difficult place I’m starting from because of the anguish I feel.   I was told to never expect him to help me heal because I have to heal myself.  I suppose that makes sense as how could I ever expect kindness, love and caring from a man who discarded me when I was at my most vulnerable physical and mental states I’ve ever had?  My pain was and is not my fault at all.  The medication side-effects are not my fault either. The uncaring treatment I received from my husband for years while he had an emotional affair was not my fault at all.  I did not deserve to be treated dishonorably.

I refuse to allow myself to rely on another person who does not have my best interests at heart.

This is where I am today.  I am not looking forward to the Holidays even though they used to be my absolute favorite time of year.  They have now been forever tainted as long as I am with the man who destroyed my world.

 

 

Reblog: Smile

Oh how I wish my husband smiled for me.

Hector's avatarOf Love and Passion

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Smile

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In the smile outlining the contour of your lips

promises hide from prying eyes

stories untold of lovers past

and deep long kisses that left you yearning.

It holds the words that I’m still learning

when in your lips they slip so fast

and speak of love and sometimes lies

but in that smile

promises hide from prying eyes

and leaves me yearning

to be the one for whom you smile.

~

H.O

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The FDA and Fluoroquinolones – an uphill battle

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A fellow online acquaintance also harmed by Cipro in the link below.  The lifetime long-term crippling effects are just devastating and we are not being helped by anyone.  At least the FDA has finally acknowledged that FQAD – FluoroQuinolone Associated Disability is real!  Hopefully in the upcoming meeting on November 5, 2015 something will be done.  Unfortunately, the FDA is choosing to only look at three minor ailments that Fluoroquinolones are given to combat and not other reasons.  Personally, I feel the reason shouldn’t matter as I was harmed and I cannot even get a diagnosis for Mitochondrial Dysfunction because I cannot afford the $10,000 test.  Ridiculous I say.  Just posting some helpful information.  Hopefully this can help someone from being another victim of Cipro (or other fluoroquinolones).

FDA Medwatch  Report your adverse event here

FDA AMDAC

FDA PDF of actual document

FDA 2008 alert for tendon damage

FDA Fluoroquinolone risk of Peripheral Neuropathy

FDA FQ PN Long Form

FDA FQ’s Peripheral Neuropathy PDF document

FQ Duck & Cover

2008 article I found

Floxie Hope

There is so much more I couple post but I’m exhausted for now.  I wish everyone a wonderful day today!

The Four Horseman of Marital Doom – Predictors of Divorce

I love this. I call these four horsemen my husbands’ friends. He loves to use them and knows no other way! Slowly slowly very slowly I hope we are both learning to communicate with better behavior in couples counseling.

Recovering WS's avatarAffair Resources and Advice

12648772-angry-husband-and-wife-turning-their-back-on-each-otherI’m reprinting an article on a concept that is an incredibly accurate predictor of marriage/relationship doom.

The concept in short?   Relationships that aren’t given the right amount of positive energy are doomed to what the author, Dr. John Gottman, calls “The Four Horseman of the Apocalypse” in a relationship.  Eg, how we handle that conflict helps decide whether or not the relationship remains healthy or moves towards its end. The “Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse” are criticism, contempt, defensiveness, and stonewalling. Get them out of your relationship. 

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More Progress

I want to write a post about the recent progress my husband and I have made over the last two weeks.  We have had some long drawn-out conversations that leaves us emotionally and physically exhausted.  We have both realized aspects of our previous behavior that contributed to our maladaptive communication behaviors.

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I know I wrote this post How Long Do I Wait basically about my impatience with waiting for my husband to see what I can see.  There are still many issues that we both need to navigate and I do realize it is much more difficult for my husband than it is for me.  After I wrote that post on Tuesday, that night in therapy my husband made even more progress.

I am trying not to dwell on all of the negative that is holding me down. I am trying not to constantly think about the bomb that went off in my recent life that keeps weighing on my shoulders.  I am trying to move forward for myself, for my children and for my husband.  I am learning to be assertive.  I never realized how much I allow others to dictate what occurs in a dynamic interaction with me.  I am sure index1that allowance is due to traumatic childhood events.  Realizing this factor, I can now begin to see past behavior in myself that perpetuated mistreatment of me by others.  This is really a big step!  Learning new behaviors and personal introspection is very challenging but I believe worth the effort.

Now about progress seen in my husband.  There have been a few recent admissions on his part such as that his affair was a choice and that he realized he emotionally abandoned me during my time of need and his failure to show his love .  These are all such a relief to have expressed by my husband and the changes need to be made into good habits.  There has been even more progress made by my husband.  I am very thankful that we have a very good marriage counselor (referred to as the Hounselor).  Without her I feel we would be lost and gone forever.

Last weekend my husband and I fell into unfavorable behavior patterns as that happens sometimes.  There was only a little conflict and it cascaded into much more because of all the crap we have going on in our life.  We talked, we cried, we expressed fears and sorrow.  In fact, we were really only trading pain (thanks castleblocs ).  This mulling over past hurts and regrets were not helping us to move forward.  But I do know we are trying to make sense of what happened as well so a little bit of discussion is okay especially since everything has been upended.

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Onto therapy Tuesday night with our Hounselor.  My husband spoke first and immediately went into what happened last Friday night.  He talked about how he was in a low ebb and low energy and felt drained and just wanted to be left alone.  Hounselor let him tell his position and feelings about the interaction and then asked him why he started off his point of view by stating that he just wanted to be left alone.  He answered still only taking his point of view into the conversation.  Hounselor actually had to tell him that his wanting to be alone is perfectly fine and that everyone needs to have alone time.  But she said, “You are in a relationship, you have to acknowledge your spouses’ needs and you do not always have to meet them”.  She proceeded to ask him how he thought I felt by his actions and he did not know; (even though I used “I…you…” statements at the time of the original interaction, which I wrote down and used again in the session).  Hounselor turned to me to state how I felt about his behavior and I said,  “I feel unloved and unwanted when you push me away because I feel as if your love is conditional towards me.  I feel insecure and confused when love and reassurance are withheld by you because I feel you believe your own feelings are more important than mine.”

Again Hounselor restated that my husband did not need to meet my needs but only acknowledge that they existed.  She went into example mode and surprisingly my husband did not get defensive as he does when I try this method because he thinks I’m trying to control him.  He still doesn’t quite understand what to do but we will work on this, I hope.  It must be difficult for him stating wants in an appropriate manner that acknowledges both of our needs.

Somehow, somewhere that session, my husband had an epiphany as I call it.  He realized that he had not been coming to me when he is in a state of low energy, low ebb, or just plain exhaustion.  My husband said that he didn’t feel he could come to images4me because I was dealing with so much already.  He realized he was pushing me away as his coping mechanism for being tired and checked out.  He didn’t realize what his behavior was doing to me.  He didn’t know I was feeling unloved and unwanted.  He just wanted me to leave him alone.

After therapy that night my husband spoke with me.  My husband apologized for pushing me away all these years (7+) and I saw true sorrow in his eyes at the horror of what he had been doing for so many years.  I reassured him that I have always wanted and will always want him to seek comfort or solace with me no matter how he feels.  I want him to turn towards me instead of away.  I want him to be able to trust me as I am not the enemy.  I thanked him for his apology.  I still have more to say to him about positive aspects I see in him as reasons for turning towards me.  We’re working on that part still.

I did ask, if he wasn’t seeking solace with me when he wanted to be alone was he seeking it with anyone else?  He did say, “He thought I might be thinking that and no, that he didn’t turn to anyone he just kept it inside” so that is the answer I have for now.  Perhaps this was part of the catalyst keeping him in his negative headspace for so long.  I don’t know yet.

I subsequently reiterated to my husband that he needs to follow through on his declaration that he should see an individual therapist.  I probably did this part incorrectly.  I know I did, I am still making mistakes but I told him I did this wrong and fixed my wording.  He gave me a typical excuse and then a valid excuse and I mirrored the valid excuse as reasonable and let him know I understood.  I also gave an ultimatum.  I told him he needs to see an individual therapist or I would be forced to have no other choice, the choice both of us are trying to avoid.  I would have to leave and we would have to get divorced.  Maybe just separated at first but I haven’t thought about it in much detail.  Gosh, that ultimatum was extremely painful for me to have to say that to him.  Even thinking it makes me want to be sick.  My husband asked me if what I said was a threat.  I said no, but you needed to know my thoughts of where I would need to go if stagnation occurs because that behavior is not fair to our marriage.  He cannot put his head in the sand any longer and pretend everything will be okay. Look where that kind of behavior got us?

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At this time, my husband stated that he was having trouble viewing himself as nothing more than an asshole due to his behavior.  I sat and listened to more.  He said if he views our marriage from looking at it from above, he sees himself as the mean guy, the bad guy and the asshole especially if he looks at what I was going through the entire time with my pain and still working and caring for the children.   I did not argue but I did not affirm.  I said, “Look this is our story, our marriage, this is what happened.  We both know what happened from our own perspective.  We both need to accept our roles in the story line.  You need to accept your role for what it is and do better now and in the future so you aren’t the asshole in the story line anymore.  I deserve that much.  We both deserve to have a better marriage with each other from now on.”

We continued talking and my husband admitted he thinks he has a lower emotional intelligence quotient.  At this time, we were both too tired to continue and I will revisit this topic later with him.  The fact he voiced it though, is important.  I do believe though that his EQ score is not as important as is his reflection and understanding of his behavior and putting forth effort to change his maldaptive behavior.  Perhaps I am incorrect.  More to come sometime.

This past week has been filled with a personal dark place I had never visited before in my life.  More on that later as I try to comphrehend what happened and how I got there.  Thank goodness it didn’t last long.  I did have many  positive points with my husband that I want to last longer than the unpleasant times.  My husband is talking to me about his thoughts on life aspects again.  Oh how I’ve missed him!  I told him this.  I don’t want these good times to be temporary, please I want them to stay.  Even he says he feels better.

We still have much more we have to get through.  We have to resolve multiple past conflicts and I know this will not be easy but it will be necessary to move forward or we will get stuck in the past.

Phew.  I’m exhausted but feeling in limbo at the same time feeling some relief yet still fearful and apprehensive.  I’m still guarded.  Still, things are good for now.  I think this is the first time I’ve been able to admit my feelings without too much doubt since dday 9.5 months ago.

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How Long Do I Wait?

I am becoming increasingly frustrated with my husbands efforts.

I feel we should be further along in our rebuilding journey.  There are multiple reasons why, such as he is too busy, he doesn’t understand the communication exercises, I am still incredibly hurt from his actions and inactions.  

My husband is still placing blame into me for his headspace allowing him to make the choice to have an affair.  There is still so much wrong that he sees regarding me, this from my perspective.  

I’ve been waiting two weeks for him to contact an individual therapist.  He knows he needs to see a therapist because he has almost recognized a behavior pattern that is not beneficial to us.  

I am still in so much pain and he keeps piling more pain on due to his scapegoating of me.  

I don’t know if he would even realize how much pain I’m in if I told him.  He hears me crying even though I try not too.

My questions are:  How long do I wait for him to come around to pick a therapist?  How long do I wait for him to understand the hurt he has caused me?  How long do I wait for him to have empathy now (I know or thought I know he has had empathy in the past).

My timeline for healing is dependent on his understanding of what he has done.  He doesn’t understand this yet I guess.  

What am I missing here?

I Love You

I Love You.

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Three little words harmless and innocent yet powerful.  What exactly do they mean?

Do I love that my husband had an affair?  No.  Heck no, not even a tiny bit.  I have hate for what my husband did.  I do not know how to make that go away.

Do I love that I know AS told my husband “I love you”?  No.  She has ruined those words for me.  I hate her for that.  What exactly did she mean?  Those words were coupled with “Don’t leave me” and “You’re my best friend”.  Clearly she had been thinking about him for quite some time.  She had texted she loved him a year prior but I don’t think it meant the same.  This time on 12/23-12/24/2015 was different as he was physically leaving his job and her.  She no longer had her fun boy toy to flirt and play with anymore.  Was it an act of desperation or admission on her part?  Could it have been her manipulating him?  Yes I think so.  Why would she say she loves him while still actively trying to have a baby with her own husband?  I don’t think any of this part about her or the affair will make sense to me ever.  She is just a stupid insecure sad person.  I might even feel sorry for her.  I guess its good my husband never told her he loved her.  He did say he felt he was falling in love with her and told her that part.  Here’s a good WP link explaining more Reality of Love in an affair .

Do I love that my husband abandoned me during my most vulnerable time when I was in physical pain?  No.  Not at all.  I needed him more than I ever had.  Maybe that was the problem for him.  This is definitely a problem for me because I will have pain again and I do not feel secure being with my husband anymore during a time when I will be vulnerable.  Love was/is not enough here.  How I wish it had been though.  I need to work on this aspect.

Do I love that we now have to go through this horrible heart-wrenching crap of his affair to hopefully come out together in one piece or perhaps not?  No.  I want to have hope that we can come out of this better people.  The rest will be figured out as time passes.

Do I love my husband?   Yes and no.

Do I love myself?  Yes and no.

My husband told me last night he loves me.  All I could do in return was touch his face lovingly.  I cannot say those words in return.  To me that means I love his inexcusable actions.  Perhaps I just need more information from my husband to understand what and how everything detrimental happened.  Then I might be able to breathe a sigh of relief once everything is known.

I told my husband this morning that I loved him.  I said I hope we can make it through this time together.  When I spoke the words “I love you”, my husband actually breathed a sigh of relief.  Almost as if he needs to hear those words from me to feel okay.  I try to put myself in his shoes and I know I would want to hear loving words from my spouse even if I had majorly messed up.  But I do not yet understand his mindset.  I need more time to evaluate.

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I am guarded.  Rightly so I believe.  I am unable to take being hurt by my husband again. I am not able to handle anymore ongoing hurt.  How do I protect myself?

“I Love You” should mean that you love the way the other person makes you feel and the person I am when with you.

“I love you” can also mean we share our relationship with each other and we like it.

“I love you” perhaps can also mean we are committed to each other  and don’t want to lose each other.  It can mean you’re not alone.  It can be I love what we are and what we will become.

“I love you” should be filled with sincerity, understanding and respect.  Those three words can evolve over time.  They are ever changing.  I hope I feel love forever.

“I love you” shouldn’t hurt but it does for me.  I’m pierced with daggers every time.  I want to feel safe and secure when I hear those words but I’m not there yet.  My husband is not there yet.  Time, I need more time.  I need time to nurture my love from you, to you, and for myself.

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The F word

I’d rather use the real F word for this fuckupedness I’m going through on a daily basis.  I have been up and down emotionally all day and haven’t cried yet but have felt close to crying.  I’m waiting for that one smidgen of a thought that will break me down.

I spoke with my mom the other day and she talked about how she knows me and how I’ve never forgiven anyone ever.  She says I need to forgive my husband.  She likes to play devils advocate and says that my husband could be much worse and could have done much more damage to our family.  She referenced her first two bad marriages where the men were abusive, had affairs and general crap like that.  My father was her second marriage and she said many people warned her about his behavior before she married him but she didn’t listen.  While I appreciate her help, I feel she is dismissing my experience.

I wonder, do I have to FORGIVE?  Is this actually necessary to continue?  This is the F word I’m referencing above in addition to fuckupedness.  They both fit.

For me, my husband was the better man that I deserved.  Well he was supposed to be the better man that I deserved, at least I thought he was until the affair came to light.  I thought we were just having a ‘down’ time that would get better eventually if we worked hard enough.  What did I miss from the start?  Was I just blind or had on rose-colored glasses?  Or is my husband a wolf in sheep’s clothing?  I’m actually a little afraid to find out.  I do want to know though.  I’ve stated I need to know the complete truth behind his decisions so I can make an informed decision for myself based on the truth and not lies.

I feel lies are what we had before.  I just don’t know when the lies started.  How do I know what is the truth and what is lies?  Has our whole relationship been one big lie?  Is my marriage a sham?  Is my life just a cover for/from my husbands facade?  Is he real or is he fake?  What is real?  How will I know?

Imagine what our marriage could be now if my husband had never had an affair and we had been able to work through our issues while I was in severe chronic pain and he was feeling insecure.  Look at where we would be if my husband had come home to hold me and had never given in to his immature desires with a coworker instead.  Gosh, I feel we missed out on so much. Thinking about my marriage is what kept me strong through my pain.  Thinking about our love for each other is what got me through the rougher days.  Sadness, despair and grief are all I feel when I think about my marriage now.  Will those feelings ever end?  I’m slowly dying each day because I feel as if I’ve failed.  I know the hurtful decisions were not mine but his.  I still feel inescapable indescribable pain because I was at my very worst (physically, emotionally and mentally) during the four years he had his affair.  I wonder if he was at his worst during this time too?  I needed him.  He has told me he cannot be my rock.  It’s as if he is giving the answers I seek and I’m unable to accept them.  I’m still blind somehow.  I do not know how to accept my situation.

Currently, my husband says he loves me.  He said it to me often before I knew about his affair although not in the same tone I don’t think.  He said “I love you” to me every day this week.  I appreciate his words but I’m skeptical, hand-shy or just scared I guess.  Every time he utters those three words my heart is pierced with a little dagger.  I can actually feel the pain.  Rarely can I say those  same words back to him.  I just can’t.  I feel as if I will break if I do say those words.  I just don’t know what is real. Fuck.  Will forgiving help me?  I don’t even know how to do that.

 He sure has a funny way of showing me he loves me by giving up on me and having an affair.  

I’m grateful my husband is still here but I’m so scared.  How do I know this is the real husband I deserve and want?

He Felt Like Destroying Something Beautiful

Ever since I read this quote, “I felt like destroying something beautiful” from Fight Club from another blog  a few weeks ago, (sorry I completely forget who though, please feel free to link in comments if you know!) I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it’s impact on me.

Fight Club is one of my husbands favorite movies, and one of mine.  The mindfuckery is awesome.

I have to physically restrain myself from making my husband out to be a demon, a monster, a destroyer of worlds.  Because for me, he is all of those.

I keep thinking my husband wanted to destroy something beautiful because he is ugly and decrepit.  He tried to hide himself for so very long.  I believed in the facade.  I still believed long after I should have stopped because for me, it was too late to leave.  I wish I never saw that part of him.  I wish it wasn’t real.

I am the beautiful that was destroyed.  I am beautiful in my mind, my body and in my love.  I cherish life, relationships, children, animals, trees, nature and mother earth.  Even though I had become weak due to horrendous pain and was in an extremely vulnerable place.  I did not deserve to be killed even more.  I asked my husband to specifically wait for me.  I asked too late, he was already gone.

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My physical pain was not my fault.  I was being chastised for health conditions that were not my fault at all.  I did everything I could to get help, I cried, I pleaded, I tried every route from holistic to conventional to help fix myself.  Most of the treatments actually made me worse. Physical therapy on your pelvic area is weird but for me I flared for 3+ days afterwards to insurmountable levels.  I performed diligently all of the tests ordered of me by my physicians.  I took all of the prescriptions that cost a fortune that we could not afford.  I ended up being allergic or having adverse reactions to most of them.  I endured the physical and mental issues along with emotional turmoil for over 4 years.  I still cared for my four children, my husband, worked full to part-time and had to choose what to neglect in the house as I just could not do it all.  How on earth did I even do this feat?  I have no idea.  I just know I never ever want to go through it again.

I am chronically ill.  I have been injured by prescription pharmaceuticals. I’m not going to get better, only worse.  One day I will die.  These are facts.

Who do I want by my side during these episodes?  I want someone who loves me no matter what.  I want someone who won’t leave when the tough presents itself on his doorstep.  Someone who is strong enough to withstand the turmoil, agony and hold me when I am weak.  I want someone who sees me as beautiful in my heart, my mind, and in my body no matter what I look like.  I deserve at least that much.

Maybe, Just Maybe

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I stopped wearing my wedding ring by choice again.  It has been over one week and my husband had not noticed.   Whether he noticed or not was not the point.

As I was leaving for work yesterday, I realized I had left my phone on the master bedroom end table and he offered to retrieve it for me.  So he did and he brought my wedding ring that was also on the table.

He asked me, “Do you want your ring?”.  I hesitated.  I was unsure of what to say for fear of sounding like a hypocrite.  So I said just that, ” I’m unsure if I want to wear my wedding ring but I don’t want to be a hypocrite”.

My husband said he knew how much more encompassing symbols are for me than for him.  For me to not wear my ring means something big.  He said if the ring physically annoys my finger then its okay, he understands.  The ring does bother my finger but that is not the problem for me.

I explained that wearing the ring made me think of the hurt of his betrayal and disloyalty to me and our marriage and I was tired of hurting every time I saw my ring on my finger.  I said I feel angry wearing the ring.  I said I want to wear the ring but not until I feel safe and secure again.  I said I feel strange not wearing my ring.

I never really gave an answer.

As I was leaving out the door my husband came to bid me farewell and slipped my wedding ring on my finger and as he did he said, “I love you”.  I said “oh yeah?, if that is true then you will have to show me you love me every single day for the rest of your life.”  He responded by saying, “I should have been showing you every day before.”

I’m not sure if what I said was fair or not or even unreasonable.  I certainly do not think it is unreasonable because it can be incredibly easy to show your mate you love them every single day.  A little note, a text, a kiss, a loving look, a sweet phrase, a smile, and even a warm embrace.   True kindness and love in little ways helps keep the love alive in long-term commitments.

Except, my husband was disloyal.  He chose to divulge his love and energy elsewhere taking my love and loyalty for granted.  He chose the hurtful actions that upended me from my life.  He destroyed my world and he is still learning exactly what it is he actually did.  He says he was in a bad place personally.  He says he knows he needs help and is willing to try individual therapy and to take medication if that is what is needed.  This is a big step for him.  Only time will tell if this is truly what is needed.  A part of me cant help but think his disloyalty is a symptom of a greater way of thinking that I do not understand.  Character Change

There are many aspects that I agree with on the link above and how I wished I had found these resources nine months ago and I wouldn’t have been the Magical Reconcilliation Pixie

Now that I know better, I can do better and so can my husband.  Whether that is for us to reconcile or to go our separate ways, we are still trying to figure that part out.  We talked and talked and talked quite a bit this weekend.  We are wiped out.  My husband told me what he has been thinking and I really needed to hear his thoughts.  I got to ask a couple tough questions as well.  I even recommended that if we need to separate to figure out aspects of us, then I’m fine with that movement.

I think about what my husband would like in a mate and I do not think it is me at all.  My husband likes to write and read fantasy novels of which I have no interest in whatsoever.  My husband likes to cook and while I enjoy his cooking, I am unable to partake in the joy of cooking any longer due to my disabilities.  My husband likes to rock-climb of which again, I am unable to partake part in due to my physical limitations.  My husband needs a large amount of time alone.  That does not suit me.

As for me, I want someone loyal, committed, honest, genuinely kind and loving.  I want someone who loves life.  I want someone who values relationships.  I want someone who is respectful and is loyal to me even when I am not around.  I want someone who can see my beauty within and who pushes me to be a better person despite my hardships.  I don’t think the rest matters too much but perhaps I need to think more on this.  Thank you to Clothed With Dignity & Strength for giving me the rest of the inspiration to develop my post.

So maybe, just maybe we made a little progress.  I’m just not sure in which direction and I’m okay with that for now.  Perhaps it was just more indecisiveness.  At this point, some progress is better than none.  I just hope I’m not doing this , well the last part is okay.

Relationship Bill of Rights

I found this list the other day.  I had completely forgotten about it back when I was in group counseling for Domestic Violence victims.  It is very nice to read this list again so I wanted to share what every person has to want and receive in a relationship.

Do you have all of these listed in your relationship?  If not, you are being abused.  Please call  the National Domestic Violence Hotline at 1-800-799-7233.  Please remember not all abuse is physical, it can be emotional, sexual and/or financial.

Relationship Bill of Rights

I have the right:

  • to an equal and healthy relationship with my partner
  • to be respected
  • to change my mind
  • to kindness from my partner
  • to emotional support
  • to be listened to politely by my partner
  • to have my own opinions, even if my partner disagrees
  • to have my own feelings
  • to clear and honest answers to questions that concern me
  • to live free from accusation and blame
  • to live free from criticism and judgment
  • to have my work and interests spoken of with respect
  • to encouragement
  • to live free from emotional and physical threat
  • to live free from angry outburst and rage
  • to be called by no name that hurts, shames or puts me down
  • to be respectfully asked rather than ordered
  • to be myself as long as I am respectful of others
  • to not have physical or sexual contact with my partner when I choose

I do not have these in my current relationship and have not for quite some time.  I am rethinking everything now.

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NO MORE BULLSHIT

Those are the words my therapist used today to tell me that I need to stop allowing my husband to treat me poorly.

THANK YOU!

She said no one deserves to be treated the way I’m being treated by him.  No one deserves the way he has treated me in the past either.

Now if I only knew what to do to stop the ill treatment and I’d be golden.  I need my pain and suffering to end.  

I guess this acknowledgement post is a start.

The Emotional Affair

oh another link I found helpful.

The Emotional Affair Definition

My husband still denies ever having an emotional affair because his definition of an emotional affair is incorrect in his mind.  He thinks an emotional affair is actively talking about having sex and sexting.  He fails to see or is still denying that his “close interpersonal relationship” (his words) with AS was nothing more than friends.  Oh yeah, so the texts I found are nothing?

It has been pointless to argue with Mr. Bugs as he refuses to seek alternate definitions from other professional points of view.  If my husband is refusing to admit that he indeed had a 4-year emotional affair with this married woman, then I have no choice but to leave.  He is refusing to perform the introspective work required to show me he is genuinely remorseful and won’t have an affair again.  He is leaving open the real possibility that he will have an affair again; surely an opportunity will come again at some point in his life if we stay married.  That is not a risk I am willing to take.

Who is he trying to kid here?  I know it’s not me!  Must be himself as he has recently told me he forget what he even said to me last week in attunement, Pleasasntly Confused .  Nice.  Must be nice to forget so many important parts of your life let alone your wife and the hurt you have bestowed upon her.

I am starting to lose hope.  But I am quite stubborn and committed to following through at my own detriment so I need to take a step back and revisit my goals.

Having An Affair is a Deliberate Choice Not a Mistake

Just found this link and wished I had found it many many months ago.

The Mistake Defense

After hearing multiple times that he made a mistake (yes, I know you did, hence why we are in the throes of infidelity after-chaos), I’m glad Mr. Bugs has finally after months and months accepted his affair was a choice/set of choices he made.  His Choice That’s as far as we have gotten.

Just wanted to post a link to help anyone else that may need to read this line of reasoning.

Pleasantly Confused

I know as a betrayed spouse, that affairs and the resulting crap sometimes does not make any sense.  I feel as if I’ve been dealing with more than my fair share.  My husband and I are to have weekly attunement sessions so we can connect, get to know, and appreciate each other more.  Last week’s attunement session I was left perplexed and hurt.  I had a chance to bring it up this week during our Hounselor session, so I did.  She helped me see that my husband was trying to think of me by not wanting me to feel hurt even it is was a round about way.  I’m trying to see that point of view but I was still left hurt and confused.

This week’s attunement session left me pleasantly confused.  I brought up our nightly session during a phone conversation to gauge my husband’s reaction to see if we really could have our bonding session that evening.  To my surprise he said yes and did not guffaw.  He did not protest, he did not sigh, he did not get defensive, he did what was expected.  I went with it but did not make a big deal out of it because things with us usually go sour.

At first, I thought I had done an incorrect action and I was going to feel the effects of it later.  I know I’ve recently completely cut off my emotional aspects relating to my husband as it just hurts too much.  I’m tired of being in agony and suffering for so long.  Afterall, it’s been almost 9 months since DDay.  Nine long months of me trying and trying and trying and nothing to reap the rewards but the occasional tidbit of shame and overall resistance and inconsideration from my husband.  I made the subconscious decision to withdraw emotionally as all I was doing was hurting myself and not getting anywhere productive.  I even stopped communicating.  I stopped being the one to initiate pretty much anything other than the “What we’re having for dinner” conversations.  I stopped all questions, doubts, and care.  In fact I started acting as if I was cheerful because I tried to see how I was viewed from his perspective.  I wouldn’t want to call my spouse everyday and be met with eternal sadness.  Still, I have been hiding myself.  My husband cannot handle the hurt he has bestowed upon me not does he understand.

At least I didn’t think he did.  This is where some confusion starts.

On Sunday I had been having some residual pelvic pain emanating from the end of my gastrointestinal tract and including my vulva/vagina.  It hurt to sit down, to stand, and to walk.  My lower back muscles were spasming.  I did not have a remedy to relieve this pain until the morning.  I’ve had to cut down on my NSAID lately because I am running out early due to our pay schedules.  I can only get my presciptions filled on the last day of the month, which is payday, but I’m only given a 30 day supply.  I only had 10 days extra which was used up over the past nine months.

Needless to say, this pain did not do well for me emotionally.  At the end of the evening when Mr. Bugs and I were watching TV, we decided to get dessert.  Into the kitchen we went even though I was having trouble walking.  I wanted chocolate.  I turned around after retrieving my treat and could barely stand.  I hugged him tightly and the tears started flowing.  I started weeping and crying and made his shoulder wet with my tears.  I couldn’t stop.  I desperately wanted to crumple onto the floor.  The physical pain I felt today was too much to bear with the emotional hurt I have been keeping away.  I spoke words from my heart instead.  I said “When I had pain worse than this for over 4 years, why didn’t you come home and just hold me?”  I said “I still did everything expected of me while in horrible pain and just tried to get through my day”.  He said he didn’t know what to do and was just trying to get through his day. (I held my tongue over what I was thinking).  I then said, “I was alone at a time when I needed you, why did you leave me?”  “How can I be sure you won’t leave me again?”  He responded by saying because he loves me.

This answer is a catch-all for everything I’m sad about from him.  It’s not what I need to hear, I need to hear he understands.

So that brings me to our latest attunement session on Monday night.  I went first and said similar words from last week.  I said, “I was happy he did not guffaw or balk at the thought of performing our attunement session because it makes me feel like you value our relationship”.  He did the required mirroring, validating and empathizing.  Then it was his turn.  He brought up the night before when I was crying and much to my surprise he clued right in to exactly how I was feeling.  He said the words “I emotionally abandoned you”.  What?  What is this?  I was taken aback and not sure what to say so I just nodded yes.  I then did my turn and talked about how him voicing his feelings gave me a glimmer of hope.

I brought this session up with the Hounselor and said I was “Pleassantly Confused”.  She understands my hesitation.  I asked my husband how and why he came to this correct conclusion.  He said he has been trying to view things from a different perspective.  I can’t wait to see what this perspective entails.  Is it wrong I doubt where this epiphany came from?  I don’t want to doubt.  I want to see and believe.  I am so scared of being let down and hurt again.  I am going to be reserved in my feelings.

Mr. Bugs even remarked at how he could feel my tense reserve on our way to the appointment together.  That’s new, at least the part where he is telling me and not making a big deal about it.

Is this really where our relationship is supposed to be right now?  Did it really take these excruciatingly long nine months of my withdrawing emotionally in order to get Mr. Bugs to see us from a different perspective?  Gosh, I do not want to out to too much weight into this one instance.  Does he see how close he is to actually losing me?  Could that be why?  Is this real?

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The Months Following My Father’s Death

When I look back on my childhood and my adult life, everything seems surreal.

The months following my father’s death were strange to say the least.  I did not attend his funeral because I would have had to go alone.  I did not know anyone and I was scared.  I regret not going.

One month after my father’s death I received a phone call from a church friend, MP, same age and grade as I.  She was crying hysterically and I could barely understand her.

She proceeded to tell me her father had killed himself in his office at work.  Apparently her father had implicated me as a reason why his daughter, my friend, MP, could go on to live a happy life.

You see, he mentioned me by name in his suicide note.  He told MP that she would still live a happy life, since surely I was, since he saw me smiling in church the day before.

He didn’t know I had never met my father.  MP didn’t know I had never met my father.  Once MP learned this, she was wailing over the phone.  I didn’t know what to do or say except “I was sorry”.  She blames me for her father’s death.  We never spoke to each other again.  I still carry the weight of her father’s death on my shoulders.

Two months after that and we were being confirmed at church.  I told my mother the week before that god was not real or he wouldn’t let bad things happen to good people.  I told her I thought god and jesus were just made-up stories to justify telling people how to behave correctly and take their money.  I told her I didn’t want to be confirmed, that I didn’t believe.

My mother threw a fit and pressed my face close to hers and told me I had to get confirmed that I had no choice.  So off I went.

During the group confirmation, everyone else was asked to leave except MP and I.  They asked us jointly how the deaths of our father’s strengthened our faith in god and jesus.  I said that my father’s death had not affected me because I never met him.  I think I said also said something along the lines of my faith had not wavered.  This was true as I didn’t believe but I was confirmed for my mom only.

In this same month, I got to meet my oldest brother AK and my oldest sister KA.  I already knew my older brother AC.  Visiting the house I was born in and my mother decorated was strange.  The stone driveway had gated access.  The pool was shaped like an ovary/kidney.  There were fountains on the property just like at Longwood Gardens.  There was shrubbery and tree gardens reminiscent of Winterthur Gardens.  Of course!  The house was located on the road across from Winterthur Gardens.  Then there was an actual tennis court in the backyard.  Oh my!  How I loved playing tennis!  The house looked like it was from a magazine in the 1970’s.  The nursery was attached to the master bedroom.  The beautiful open foyer with circular stairs.  The kitchen had a built-in mixer in the counter.  What fun it was to see it flip-up ready to use!  We made homemade peach ice-cream and swam in the pool.  What a cozy yet divine house.  I wish I had taken pictures.  My mom was there and told of her horror stories she experienced throughout the house.  I had heard many of these stories throughout my childhood.  Now I had a place to put the puzzle pieces together.  I was glad I had gotten to visit and saw where my father and oldest three siblings had grown-up.

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The next few months were spent with my family looking at houses to move into as now that my father was dead, my mother felt safe enough to move closer to her work.  Both her and my father worked at the same hospital and she tried everything she could to keep him away from me before his death.  My family ended up building a brand new house ten minutes from her work which was nice.  I was glad to leave the schools and people from the past.  I needed a break from the mean kids (another post).

Somehow during this summer I had acquired a boyfriend, S.  He was my next-door neighbor and we had been friends since I was 8-years-old.  I kissed him once just on the lips by playing hide-and-seek and I jumped out and surprised kissed him. LOL  We only ever held hands as we were both still innocent.  He ended up breaking my heart by cheating on me with my best girlfriend at the time.  I confronted him over the phone after I followed their bus and saw them hug and kiss at her bus stop.  Years later in college (we went to the same college), he actually looked me up and we met and talked all night one night about our crazy childhood.  He apologized and we formally recognized that we both thought we were actually girlfriend/boyfriend at the time. He said he regretted hurting me and my best friend was crazy.  LOL  I ended up calling his dad a few years later (because I have his phone number memorized still) and chatting with him for awhile.  It’s nice to catch-up sometimes.

In my new high school, I befriended a girl who unknowingly had a step-father who became the first serial killer in my state and was to receive the death penalty.  She was so hurt as she said her step-father was more of a father to her than her own father.  We never got close.  Everything was weird.  My high school was a private Catholic school and I wasn’t even catholic.

Moving away from the last six years of my life was great as I could have a fresh new start.  Well it lasted for a bit anyway.

The Day My Father Died

I remember the day vividly.

February 1, 1988.

It was a Monday and I was in 8th grade.

I normally walked to/from school.

My Mom came to pick me up after school this day, which was very odd.

She pulled into the garage and said she had something to tell me.

She turned toward me and told me my father died.

I cannot remember at all what came next.

Later that evening, I remember crying in the kitchen.

I remember my step-father berating me for crying.

He said I had no reason to cry for a man I never met.

I realize now my step-father was jealous as I truly did not have a connection whatsoever with him (the step-father).

He said I have to go to school the next day.

So, off I went.

What a horrible day I had.

I was teased by the other children.

I never said a word to anyone.

Yet they knew, after all my name was in the paper.

They called me “Murderer’s Child”.

You see, my father was a well-liked influential doctor in my state.

He lived in the richest city still in the house built with shared construction by my Grandfather and Uncle.

The house was still furnished exactly the same as when my mother had left 12 years prior.

His murder-suicide was all over the TV news and front page of the paper.

He had killed his current wife; my little brother’s mother and then himself in the foyer of the house.

How I wish I had saved the newspaper clippings.

Finally, I was able to take the rest of the week off from school.

This is the day my life changed and I didn’t even know it.

At first, all I thought I had lost was my dream of meeting my father and hugging him to tell him I loved him.

I was told my father didn’t want me out of spite.

Then many years later I realized I had gained perspective on what was really important in life.

I gained the knowledge to never take your life or anyone else for granted because you never know when death will knock at your door.

I have always been a nice girl.  I have been chastised by others for being “too nice”.

I refuse to let these toxic people ruin my life.

Death does not scare me.

Mean, arrogant, egotistical, selfish people scare me.

I will live my life the best that I can with the resources I have and the capability to implement as I am able.

That is all I can do, I cannot do any less.

I’m Dreaming……..

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I’m Dreaming I never ever had vulvodynia, vestibular vulvodynia, urinary incontinence, fecal incontinence, interstital cystitis, and ulcerative proctitis.

I’m Dreaming I never had joint pain or stiffness, tendinosis over my whole body, horrible searing migraines, asthma, muscle weakness, high blood pressure and possible endometriosis.

I’m Dreaming I never took Cipro at all or contracted a 3+ month-long Clostridium difficile infection.

I’m Dreaming I never ever took Cipro, Flagyl and Vioxx together.

I’m Dreaming I never had to buy a cane at age 26 years.

I’m Dreaming I was strong enough to continue school to get my doctorate degree or even my teaching certification.

I’m Dreaming I still reside in my condominium and my oldest children never had to move to switch schools.

I’m Dreaming my oldest son never moved away to his fathers at age 12.

I’m Dreaming my precious corgi is still alive romping around and didn’t die due to my husbands forgetfulness.

I’m Dreaming my hair was still beautiful, thick and long.

I’m Dreaming my husband never went to work at Pro Signs, Co.

I’m Dreaming my husband never laid eyes on Amanda K. Berns Schultz.

I’m Dreaming my husband is an emotionally mature man with goals of us in his future.

I’m Dreaming my husband has always had tender, sweet, loving thoughts of me.

I’m Dreaming my husband never ever took his wedding ring off when he was angry with me.

I’m Dreaming my husband actually wants to stay married to only me.

I’m Dreaming my husband loves me unconditionally.

I’m Dreaming my husband is holding me when I am crying in unbearable pain.

I’m Dreaming that this whole affair betrayal crap is a nightmare instead.

I’m Dreaming I can get through this crazy life’s obstacle.

I’m Dreaming I have found the strength to hope and love again.

I’m Dreaming I have truly found happiness.

I’m Dreaming I finally have my beautiful ragdoll Sasha cat.

I’m Dreaming I’m smiling again.

I’m Dreaming I have made my life goals come true.

I’m Dreaming I am at peace and have fulfillment.

I’m Dreaming I have a garden of beautiful lush fragrant roses.

I’m Dreaming my children are all well and happy.

I’m Dreaming I am still beautiful.

I’m Dreaming I am old and lay dying feeling at peace with my life choices.

Misplaced

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Monday night my husband brought up performing our attunement exercises.

Wonderful,  I exclaimed!

As one of the exercises, I said that I was happy when he asked me to do attunement because it made me feel as if he valued our relationship.

He mirrored, validated and empathized and then said he really only brought it up because he didn’t want to deal with seeing my hurt face when he realized we hadn’t done it on the way to therapy.

I told him I thought he was being selfish but he disagreed.

He said these exercises are torture for him.

I told him I need him to show his love for me.

This is one way to improve our poor communication I said.

I told him I want him to have complete honesty with me at all times.

I said I want him to feel comfortable enough to come to me with any thoughts and we can discuss them together.

My husband seemed like he was in a good headspace Monday night but his heart wasn’t in the exercises or with me.

His actions just felt complacent.

I want genuine sincerity.

His intentions are misplaced.

See, then I run down the dark path and start saying that my husband made enough time to talk and be with AS to make her a priority for years while casting me aside.  Heck he talked to her on their date for 2.5 hours!  His phonecalls to her were 30 minutes long and I gather his texting was even more.  I say that because I’ve actually kept his interest enough to text back and forth for more than 2 hours sexting.  My phonecalls are 5 minutes if I’m lucky because he is always so busy.

Oh right!  I’m not shiny, exciting and new.

I’m comfortable, boring, responsible and steadfast.

Yes, that is what happens when you have responsibilities like children to care for with a spouse who doesn’t show his love anymore.

My husband actually told me last week I was too serious and not funny.

Gee, I guess having your heart broken, your world turned upside-down and in constant physical pain can really take it’s toll on a person.

But my husband is blind to it all.

This whole situation just makes me feel stupid and foolish.

I’m not sure how much more I can take.