Weekends kill me. Havent enjoyed one in more than a year. Ww works em, and fears coming home to whatever state Im in.
Our therapist says its likely an unidentified trigger from me being alone, and the fact that the affairs happened at work alot. I tend to think its just because I have moments alone to be myself. When I rest, thats when realizations and conclusions just come into me like the koolaid man.
I suppose its processing. But it hurts. Its not peaceful.
I know "enough" at this point, I think. I assume. I fear getting iceberged, but intellectual honesty implies the likelihood of that falling more into irrational fear than likely threat. Im disappointed that no point of terminal honesty ever came to her, that I had to glean everything from deduction while she watched me flounder. Im bitter about it, but I dont hate her for it. I still dont see how to repair trust with someone who would have had me accept the least they had to, at any point, the whole way. Big problem.
I did realize that Wws Precancerous pap that she had a LEEP procedure done on in 2015, a diagnosis of a high risk strain of HPV from biopsy, was probably from the cheating in 2014. I asked Ww about it yesterday and she was surprised I had never connected the dots on that. Me too, in retrospect. There has just been too much information to sort backwards and forwards. I suppose in 2015 I had no clue what had actually happened relative to now, and assumed the hpv was from her college days. Ah well, we dealt with it. Its all just dust at this point.
Im doing my best. Im in a kind of homeostasis of injury, near as I can tell. The highs and lows are less peaky right now, and Im thankful for the lull in volatility.
I crave a feeling of accomplishment, but having a depressed urge to go create it. Trying to create small goals and put myself to work on em to "get myself back".
[This message edited by 5bluedrops at 2:20 PM, Sunday, April 27th]