Well, he’s in his home state. He told me yesterday he was going to his cousin’s funeral. He left around 11 and got there around 6:30. He texted me to let me know he had made it but I haven’t heard from him since. Typical. My anxiety when he goes to his home state by himself is always already amped up and he does nothing to alleviate it. Checking in would be nice. Letting me know what’s going on would be nice.
I haven’t been freaking out too much. The pit in my stomach isn’t the boiling mass it was a few days ago. Last night was nice with him. And he was friendly and flirty with me today. I asked him if he loved me and he said he did. I guess he could lie if he wanted to but I’m hoping that he is telling me the truth.
I know that eventually, somehow, I’m going to have to bring up the other FB page and his feeling that I’m going to leave him. Maybe he no longer cares. Maybe that’s something he worried about in February but is completely over now. I was reading some old texts that I had screen shot and he was so head over heels in love with me just a year ago. Telling me how much he loved me and how I was his entire life. I liked that.
Now I can’t get him to come out of the bedroom and he spends all of his time on his phone, answering emails and talking to Blockhead. I wish someone that he confided in actually knew the entire story and could tell him he was acting crazy. Instead they feed the delusions and then I come across looking crazy!
I did ask him if he was ever going to go anyplace with me. He told me he had driven someplace once and I replied that he was planning on going to this funeral by himself and then visiting Blockhead and then going to his reunion. All by himself.
I read something today that makes a lot of sense. I know I’ve seen something similar before but for some reason it really hit home. The woman was talking about how her husband could just forget all about his affair and she wished that she could do the same. Someone replied to her that once the affair is discovered it is usually a relief to the cheater; they no longer have to keep their secret life hidden. Everything is out in the open and they no longer need to lie to you or worry about being found out. It’s over. But for the betrayed it’s just the beginning. Now they know and they have to deal with the fallout.
I think that’s what Zack doesn’t get. Once he was found out he made a choice and could move on. He could forget about her and move on. I, on the other hand, had just discovered my husband’s betrayal. I was rocked with doubt and insecurity and fear and everything else. I couldn’t just forget it and move on.
I deleted all her pictures off my phone today. It felt good. I also deleted all of her corny little inspirational sayings.
I have to be able to move at my own pace. I’m sorry if Zack doesn’t like that. I’m sorry if it makes him feel bad or like I’m going to leave. I have indulged him plenty. I never discuss her or their affair with him so let me just have my own thoughts that I work through. It’s so stupid when you think about it. Blockhead rushes in to tell Zack all about my FB page and everything that I was upset over back then I’ve worked through. I could have worked through it on my own with my husband being none the wiser, but noooo! Oh God no! Blockhead knew better.
He rewarded himself with a bottle of bourbon for going to his psychiatrist appointment on Monday. Then on Tuesday he decided he was done with therapy with his therapist. He said he has no faith in it and he’s too much of a black and white thinker. He’s going to rely on the drugs to help him. They better help fast! I’m at the point where I’m about to take his anti anxiety medication.
Present Day Sam Says: Sad, sad, sad. I’m dancing as fast as I can to placate him, to tell myself that everything was going to be okay and it was so far off track at that point there would be no recovering.
We’ll have to discuss the FB page at some point and I’ll end up apologizing for “hurting” him. He just needs to understand what I’m feeling and how much this affair hurt me. I’ll forgive EVERYONE for the shitty way they treated me if that means my marriage prevails. And meanwhile he’s down there fucking his cousin and not giving me a second thought.
It was a nice touch when he chose to “reward” himself with a bottle of bourbon. Was he setting the stage for his PTSD/alcoholism excuse once he left me and the kids in the dust?
In the end here we are. On the verge of divorce, him living with the whore that set this whole thing in motion more than four years ago. No good deed goes unpunished and the path to Hell is paved with good intentions, right?