It’s been a week since D-Day, and if anyone were an outside observer, they'd think I’m the BS. I’ve been a mess, emotionally drained, mentally wrecked, sick to my stomach. I just had my first full meal yesterday. I took the whole week off from work because I couldn’t stop spiraling. There were panic attacks every day. I’m still shocked and disgusted. Not looking for pity nor do I deserve it, just sharing.
Visually, my BS seems to be improving. She’s definitely better than she was earlier in the week, but watching her go through this has been painful. We’ve had deep conversations every day, and though she wants to make this work, she’s been very clear that things might change. I accept that. She’s more measured than I expected. We had a weekend that felt almost normal. I’ve reminded her, we can’t just ignore everything and pretend nothing happened. I suspect the shock hasn’t worn off.
I think what’s helping her though is that we’ve moved past a similar situation before, even though it wasn’t as deep of a betrayal and we questioned whether she was drugged (which was never determined and left doubts for awhile). But I forgave her, and that empathy is really what’s giving her strength right now.
I also wrote her a letter this week, which I read to her, where I explained why I did what I did. I talked about my mindset in the months leading up to it, and how I ended up making the decision that night. Ultimately, I’m the one who made the choice. Everything else is influence and speaks to root of my issues. I think the letter helped both of us. In it, I told her that what I did wasn’t because of her or something she did (or didn’t do), even though I know that’s a hard thing to understand. It was about me and my own selfishness. I also shared my plan for self-improvement, to make sure I never put myself in this situation again. I’m committed to quitting alcohol and drugs, going to counseling to work on communication and decision-making, identifying the deeper issues that are holding me back, and making amends where I can regardless of our outcome. We have our first MC session this week and she has signed up for IC. I hope they help her.
I’m holding on to hope, but the logical side of me knows this is going to take time and may never work out and that’s hard for me to fully accept.