That’s it. We did not make it.
So I guess I’m part of the statistic now.
I am 31M, Ex wayward fiancé (6,5 year relationship) 29W.
Allow me to try and put this all together.
She had an affair with her married co-worker (2nd wife knows). Once I came behind it all she ended the relationship.
Reason for her was me neglecting her sexual needs, not working on myself, isolating myself.
My reason for this was that I was studying for my university approx. 10 hours every day, being tired afterwards and not having the energy for date nights or activities.
The truth lies in between probably. I probably neglected her, yes. She probably took the easy way out to cheat instead of working on herself while I’m busy finishing university.
Anyway. Short version.
She came back after 4 months affair. I took her back with no hesitation. She was a bit hot and cold until I put out boundaries. After that she was very engaged and positive. It actually felt like it’s happening in a positive way. We talked about so many things we never spoke about.
Then her sister died unexpectedly.
Starting a new time line from that tragedy, month 1, 2, 3, 4 and 5 passed. All I have heard was that "nothings worth living for". I tried to tell her that I feel invisible when she says that. That although it happened, I need to know she’s with me because my trust has been demolished. I tried everything I can, to absorb her pain and help her.
She began to fall into old patterns. Smoking tons of pot we agreed on never doing it again. She became very unappreciative of our relationship. Mind you: she started her affair 2 weeks after my father passed away. I know how it feels to tank death. But even then, unbeknownst she’s head deep with another man, our bond was the only thing worth holding in to. I never made her feel like she’s not enough for me to enjoy life.
Anyway… one thing led to the other. One day my Ex behaved disrespectful towards me. I truly tried to communicate calm & clearly that she's treating me unfair. Then I got louder, because it's always the same: I try to communicate calm, and get ignored. I couldn’t contain it anymore and blew up. Then her mother came and within a minute both of them were on my neck, berating me that I'm not supposed to yell at her daughter. With this family it's always the opposite who did the false. They are incapable of saying "sorry" and are therefor incapable of looking inwards, self-reflecting their behavior.
I wasnt yelling because she was disrespectful. I was yelling because for almost 1.5 years now I know she's cheated on me, I did EVERYTHING to save this relationship, and in return have recieved the bare minimum for all this time. That was why I yelled.
You guys may think what is this guy yappin' about?
The issue is I legit do not know if I'm normal. If I am expecting too much. Her parents did not speak to me about ANYXTHING after I took her back. No "I appreciate you for sticking with her". No "I hope you will make it, if there's anything let us know". No "You must truly love our daughter, we hope you will find a way". Nothing. These people dont talk to nobody, not even each other. They all just hold each other on a pedestal but constantly treat each other in many bad ways.
I'm just wondering, IS THAT NORMAL? I basically grew up with inactive parents, and my father died last year, my mother years before. I can't tell anymore what is "normal" and what is "unrealistic standards".
Now it’s over. She ended it once again and I’m left here feeling absolutely ridiculous. After all the pain inflicted to me I am "incapable of forgiving" after one single out blow of emotions. I admit I called her bad names. Like, seriously rough stuff. Whore, betrayer, snake. All these words fell. In my rage I threw all her clothes out my closet and told her to leave. And thats where I cant tell if I'm normal. Is that normal for somebody who's been cheated on? Or am I too sensitive? Too emotional?
What's devouring me is my own behavior. Why did I blow up that bad... Why did I stonewall her for two weeks afterwards. Why couldn't I just relax, take a deep breath, and roll my eyes at her behavior. Nothing makes sense right now. Am I in the wrong for listening to my boundaries? Are my boundaries
If you have time, I’m open for any answers. I’m not the perfect guy. But I always loved her. This is not to wipe me clean, I’m sure her side of the story is interesting too.
But they can truly never understand the pain they punch us through.