I think the only goal I had after my wife’s confession — was to understand the best I could.
I had to reassemble my life.
I had to take apart the mythology of my M and put it back together and see what reality looked like.
Then I chased down as much of the truth as was possible and figure out what is was I being asked to accept or overcome.
Then, I had to see if my wife was capable of both understanding the damage she created and accept responsibility for it all.
Some basic counseling to see if my wife had a path back to being a better partner or if she would turn away from us again when the M faced adversity.
I think my first year of recovery was far more about having the energy to learn while I was dealing with the emotional trauma of it all.
We had a week or so in there after year one, when we both considered the damage was too much to overcome.
Then, after we were both resigned to the idea it was over, that’s when something unique happened — we kept being nice to each other. We kept trying anyway.
There was something substantial about each of us letting go of a specific outcome and then looking for ways to see what happened next.
Our goal then, to rebuild was somewhere in year two, but I just didn’t have enough information to know what I wanted until then either.