So here we are, 3 years later…..
3 years ago today this was my Dday. My life and my families lives, were blown apart in return for my wife having a 7 week affair with a family friend. Every year, I come back here on D-day and write to compare and see if we have move forward. But this year it’s different. This year I don’t need to look back at what I wrote a year or two ago. I already know that we have already started to fall back in to our old ways.
The first year was hell. But there were some good times along with a lot of bad. There were times when I felt stupid and worthless and maybe even spinless for staying and trying. But my therapist made me see that strong people also stay. That it takes a lot to stay and not walk away. I struggled in the first year. But amongst all the mess at DDay, we were still together. Then come year 2. While the hurt and the anxiety was still there, it was different. We were still going through a lot and at times we could have gone our separate ways. There we a few times we come really close. But we are still here. Still together, still a family, but things have changed.
For the first 2 and a half years we were fighting for our family and our marriage. We were there for each other. But it didn’t always feel that way. But it felt like she was fighting, because she wanted to and not because she had to. She proved to me that this was the case even though I didn’t truly believe it.
It was the little things that I had got use to and I really liked that were the first to change. A couple of years is a long time to continuously do something, if your heart wasn’t really in it. Well that’s what I told by self anyway. But the little things were starting to fade away. The hugs, the texts with I love you out of nowhere in the middle of the day. She still does them, but feels like when she remembers and nowhere near as much as she has done over the past couple of years.
For the last six months its gone from feeling that we were getting somewhere to now feeling so distant. I feel like I don’t know her anymore. Since the first Dday it feels like she has been there for me on the milestones. But not this year. This year she says the words, but the words don’t match the actions. Not in my eyes anyway.
She texts a "friend" from her place of work a lot. He is male. But she keeps telling me that he is gay. I know he is 100% gay. But, that’s doesn’t mean there is nothing emotional going on from her side anyway. She would text him throughout the day and night at the weekend. Even when we was away on our family holiday, Christmas day and so on. She has said that she has stopped texting him now because I am not comfortable with it. She still sees him at work and I don’t even know she hasn’t been deleting the messages from what’s app. But it was around the time that she got his number that she changed.
I don’t know if the whole situation has just left me paranoid. I’m may be paranoid, but I’m not stupid. Something doesn’t feel right.
She knows what today is. She knows its dday. I told her last night. She said she doesn’t remember the date. But she does remember the date they had their first kiss and the date she slept with him. She knows how this makes me feel and she hasn’t once text me to see how I am or how I’m feeling today.
Before she would tell me how we can do this and we will make it. She now says to me that I’m the one destroying our family and not allowing us to move on. I have been called crazy. I have been called selfish and told that this is all about me. How I feel and I never think how all this has affected her. It’s like she has changed from a remorseful wife to some on that is now bitter and here because she has to be. She has told me to leave if that’s what I want to do. But the fact is I don’t want to leave. I love her and always have.
When things calm down she states that she gets mad too and whatever bad things she says, she doesn’t mean them. We have been through a lot and we are still here together and that must count for something.
But to me everything feels fake. I don’t know what’s real anymore. I feel stupid. I feel unwanted. I feel like she is living her life, while I’m left carrying the emotional baggage of her affair. It feels like maybe I always will.
3 Years later and I would have hoped we are in a better place and while we are in a way. Things have changed and we are at a new, new. We are still battling on.
We do have good times, but we are still having bad times too. I can see my wife is unhappy with me and with our situation, but that’s something I hope we get to work on and try and fix over the next three years, should we make it.
I have one question? How were you after 3 years?
Thanks for reading and to everyone going through this nightmare, I hope you find peace.