I saw the other guy twice last week at work. It made me sad to see him, but it was fine. In fact, better than fine – my reaction to seeing him has surprised me. It has made me realise that I have started to accept a number of things:
- I love the other guy. No, he is not a drug to me, no, am not addicted to him. I know people have different definitions of ‘being in love’ and ‘love’; to me, loving someone is best expressed as deeply caring about them, about their welfare and their wellbeing. It is not about how the other person makes me feel – to me, that is more what ‘being in love’ is. So, I love the other guy. He has been added to the very small list of family and close friends who I love. But, I am no longer fighting this. I may always feel this way. This I accept.
- I have a new layer of sadness that is added to my life because there is now someone who I love but can not be with, can not care for and can not be there for. To me, love is as much about doing as it is feeling. Which is to say, I may feel love for someone, but that emotion manifests itself through my actions. So, I am sad. Not all the time, but it is always there nonetheless. But, I am no longer fighting this. I may always feel this way. This I accept.
- My husband and I have found our way back to each other in ways that are surprising and delightful. Our relationship is not just back to where it was when it was at its best – it has grown and become richer and deeper than it has ever been. This is a source of great joy and contentment to me. I had hoped that getting closer to him would somehow erase points 1 and 2 above. However, I have come to realise that this is not the case. How I feel about one man is, sadly, completely separate to how I feel about the other. So alongside my happiness at the state of my relationship with my husband the sadness and love for the other guy are there too. But, I am no longer fighting this fact. I may always feel this way. This I accept.
- Ironically, there is no way that my husband and I would have reached this place in our relationship had I not become involved with the other guy. Of course I am ashamed that I let my guard down and allowed myself to become involved with another guy. However, alongside that shame there is also pride. I am proud of myself for pulling back from the other guy as soon as I realised I had fallen in love with him. I am proud of myself for having had the courage to go and tell my husband about the other guy. This is what triggered the necessary shift in him from his stubborn complacency about our relationship, and what kickstarted the changes that took place between us. I have been struggling with this interaction of shame and pride, but no longer. It is ok to feel both things at the same time. This I accept.
- The other guy and I work in the same place and it is inevitable that we will see each other sometimes. It makes me sad to see him, as it reminds me afresh of how I feel about him. But it is ok. I no longer either hope to see him or hope to avoid him. We are still talking a little via email, and this is still helping me to be ok with these occasional meetings. So, I will carry on doing that until I feel that need pass. He is away for three weeks soon and then I am away for two, so I expect to slow this down after that break. But, I am no longer beating myself up about talking to him now and again. I am doing what I need to do to heal in a way that is working for me.
This has been at times a hellish year. It has changed me. I am now a sadder person. My sense of myself as a moral and honest person has been damaged. But, this experience has changed me in positive ways too. I am significantly stronger now – or rather, I have a much greater appreciation of the strength that was already within me. I have discovered that I have far greater resources of courage, willpower, determination and strength than I ever imagined possible. I also have a new and deep level of pride in myself. It would have been so much easier to carry on with the other guy and fall into a fully-fledged affair. I am so proud of myself for taking the harder path and walking away before we got to that.
Writing here has helped me enormously as I go through this, at times excrutiating, process. It has helped me to disentangle and examine my thoughts and feelings and it has been very helpful to be able to look back on how I felt and realise how far I have come. But I am not finding it so helpful at the moment – if anything, it makes me think about the other guy more than I want or need to. So I will probably only come back and update if and when things happen about which I feel the need to write.
For now, I have reached a place that feels good. There is still pain and sadness, but accepting and not fighting these feelings is allowing me to carry on with my life – I am now just accompanied in my life by these new emotions. I am no longer trying to ‘get over’ the other guy. Before now, I have only loved two men, and my experience of love is that, once it arrives, it is there for good. If that turns out to be the case with the other guy too, it is fine. I do not have to fight to banish him from my heart. I am not and I will not act on those feelings, and that is what matters more than the feelings themselves. I can just accept them and move on, and that is what I am choosing to do.